You taste like cold smoke in my lungs, frigid groves and that knitted sweater, caffeinated mornings and evenings inside, gripping onto falsehoods to beg them to die, and blueberries, sweet on my tongue, wrist on my waist and leg between mine sweat on your pillow and laughter chiming in tune with the sound of your … Continue reading ‘Soft Speaker’
Tag: Poetry
‘Depths’
it is deep cavernous and cold against my bones and my soul rivets against pure gold quiet longing and quiet despair crept into skin as thin as wire bare-chest and alone matched two, a pair left once, burnt twice, quiet despair let him in, she begs pure hope and pure faith ensnared but he bristles … Continue reading ‘Depths’
‘The Home I Find in the 8th of October’
i. you’ve taught me darkness, sour pain and rotten tongues laid bare silence, then a sudden cacophony ringing and the smell of burnt caramel and get your fucking hands off of me, you do not own me anymore. • you called for me, begged, spurned everything for my favour and I felt the shards of … Continue reading ‘The Home I Find in the 8th of October’
‘The Sputterings of a Servant of Dust’
I am the skip of a disc, a song stuttering and chirping caught toe in carpet, layer of ice on concrete, wrapped ankles in lace and hands holding wrists in place and I am a mistake. • you hold me like I am complete. • I am a broken television, crisp vision turned sour and … Continue reading ‘The Sputterings of a Servant of Dust’
