You know how Harley Quinn sees violence and it’s not ugly, It’s all sparkles and flowers and fountains and furbished mirth upon a javelin? It’s crazy how we all compartmentalize violence like that, it’s crazy how commonplace death is, when I was ten I promised never to hurt another living thing but then had toContinue reading “Glitter/Slaughter, Guts/Sparkle”
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Giving Hand/Neverland
Bring out the hook, line and sinker, baited by a gelatinous tinker bell, sizzle in a liter pan, I’m so silly cookin’ for Billy gook and the hook and the shook captain’s crocodile tock– what’s the difference between a gator and a croc? One’s a juice, one’s a shoe, ask wikipedia for the truth, IContinue reading “Giving Hand/Neverland”
Every Seed/a World
My body is an earth of liquid with its oceans rising, the cool detachment apathy is melting
Perfection-whism
Sometimes I feel I have to present my bestest self just for someone to take notice, and if nobody does I just gotta try harder. I just gotta cut sharper through the apathy, trickle a clever-er metaphor into someone’s heart like suddenly their veins will go “Oh, I understand.” But sometimes, I need to breakContinue reading “Perfection-whism”
Anxiety’s got its boot to the neck
As much as I demand it let up, anxiety keeps its boot to my throat, leaving me crevices to breathe while all my instincts shout get out get out, get up run before each smiling stranger hiding fangs (so hungry) finishes the job– mustn’t let anyone see me this way, I’m, yeah, I’m okay ((anContinue reading “Anxiety’s got its boot to the neck”
from one depressed poet to another
So many of my metaphors attempt to describe the ocean of sadness in me, as if to a neighboring world with no water. I am Earth; you are Mars;
Loose Threads
don’t think leave the party don’t think hit the car seat pass out falling off me don’t think scarlet oversheet don’t think don’t think shrink shrink shrink ready blink mouth to sink don’t think don’t think if you wanna talk about it eat up my shame first lose a game to me first don’t thinkContinue reading “Loose Threads”
All that’s bitter is gold
We’re burning a new plate of bread for your bitter taste buds to enjoy, but wait, make sure you follow our strange customs–don’t eat
Outta my blood
maybe this ache in my veins comes from every holiday that I go home and my blood don’t listen and my blood keep talkin’ round in circles– we’re glad you’re here, have you planned your future yet? We’re glad you’re here, what’s with your hair this year? And I keep reading and writing mostly forContinue reading “Outta my blood”
Seizing Sunlight
Planet of mine, I don’t know why we speak like you can hear us and answer in our tongue–we are the children of your dirt who haven’t touched home in generations, we are the choir of your winds,
Jordyn Saelor 