Here’s the offer: I swallow the bomb of my trauma and it keeps me silent unless I spew it. Mouth full of metal, peanut butter on the roof of my fridge, I won’t take the deal cuz I know you never had to bleed like the moon for a miracle, never wore so many scarsContinue reading “offer on the table”
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The moon winked out. The silver glow to the water faded and the liquid arms suffocating
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I walked up to a tree and only fell once—into a spherical bush—along the way then I whacked at a mossy branch until it fell off then I dragged it
Sunrise (a haiku)
On a blacksmith beam, pole vault over the city into the sunrise. *** I saw this image on Grace of the Sun’s poem and it inspired me to write my own poetry:) If you want more…check out my buy me a pizza page for a fun little poem using song lyrics
Jordyn Saelor 