The tips of my toes drown in the bathtub do you think hawks get lonely, when their main relationship is predator eats prey? a hawk, a pigeon, and a hummingbird flock into a bar my roommate’s getting on my nerves, taking out her day job on me if this book flops, what’ve I got toContinue reading “frag”
Tag Archives: fear
mattress myth
my blanket is falling off the side of the world to a primordial quagmire in the dark. Titans roam beneath the bed, mystery and fire, memory and sight, but their shapes are too ancient for my eyes or my dreams tumbling to instinctual terror, the site of Tartarus, to parse. I cannot look and know,Continue reading “mattress myth”
lie la lah/Mie ma mah
don’t you ever worry about right and wrong? Don’t you have a tug of war inside yourself between being good to people and taking what you know you can? Between respecting the
live forever
What’s the biggest asteroid of my heart still spinning ‘round inside me? I don’t think it’s you. Maybe it’s me. Maybe it’s the knight I killed on my seventieth birthday
Diasozo
(to carry through safely, preserve through danger) Danger inches and slithers on zealous omens, In the dusk night it cackles to the stars and the Alabaster moon playing easy on the eyes
Safety Is…
A state of mind, a habit: a finger snap can’t clean the slate of dangerous memories, healing takes time. Pot a cactus somewhere new and spines will still grow but maybe, out of the path of predators, I can learn how to bloom again. *** If you enjoy this post, consider buying me a pizza.Continue reading “Safety Is…”
Day 5, I think?
Dear Amnesia is like that friend who’s very friendly to your face but constantly gossips about you behind your back. So yeah, sure, Amnesia’s got a nice reflection to help you ignore the things that pain you, the things keeping you up at night questioning what on earth you’re doing here. “Look, dearie, just soldierContinue reading “Day 5, I think?”
Awake until dawn, again
My terror presses like paperweights down the creases of my face. I uphold these irons on shaky steeples of a smile. *** Click here to buy me a pizza, if you like this poem:)
phobia 2/queens never leave
A queendom under siege, What sort of ruler would I be if I abandoned this home that raised me? *** If you enjoy what I’m doing, please consider buying me a pizza:)
Phobia
Help me, they’re coming for me– 12:37 am I shine my phone’s flashlight under the bed, in the closet, beneath the dresser, up and down the walls I wipe the floor with tissues the vent slats the outlets 1:23 am I crawl from under the covers turn on the lamp bend over and stare underContinue reading “Phobia”
Jordyn Saelor 