On my wrist
is a bracelet
Of the deepest shade of red
Fluid and straight
It stains my skin
And cuts deep into my flesh
Handcrafted with loneliness
And embellished with hate
It glimmers in the darkness
And is masked in the day
A gift
Sent from the boy
Who made my sheets reek
Of black love ...
On Your Wrist
TBD
On my wrist
is a bracelet
Of the deepest shade of red
Fluid and straight
It stains my skin
And cuts deep into my flesh
Handcrafted with loneliness
And embellished with hate
It glimmers in the darkness
And is masked in the day
A gift
Sent from the boy
Who made my sheets reek
Of black love ...
On Your Wrist
TBD
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The Contents of a cabinet
Renee Ferguson
Someone I love so much keeps me up at night. With the banging of cupboards and drawers and the opening and closing of the fridge, with quiet footsteps on carpeted stairs and the sharp squeak of the third stair from the bottom floor. I heard her last Thursday and then I slept out on Saturday but she’s fumbled down the stairs every night this week, too petrified to turn on a light. ..
The Contents of a cabinet
Renee Ferguson
Someone I love so much keeps me up at night. With the banging of cupboards and drawers and the opening and closing of the fridge, with quiet footsteps on carpeted stairs and the sharp squeak of the third stair from the bottom floor. I heard her last Thursday and then I slept out on Saturday but she’s fumbled down the stairs every night this week, too petrified to turn on a light. ..
Grey Bird
A.W. Lion-Cleaver
The grey bird beckons me to join him
Follow me! he says
Follow me!
A nest sprinkled with
Crumbles of ash
Built upon marlboro sticks
and poisonous leaves
Follow me!
Feathers grey, turn grey, turning grey
Feathers with knotted ends
Dipped in black
Feathers rough, turn rough, turning rough
Follow me!
Grey Bird
A.W. Lion-Cleaver
The grey bird beckons me to join him
Follow me! he says
Follow me!
A nest sprinkled with
Crumbles of ash
Built upon marlboro sticks
and poisonous leaves
Follow me!
Feathers grey, turn grey, turning grey
Feathers with knotted ends
Dipped in black
Feathers rough, turn rough, turning rough
Follow me!
Big Lies
I hate you
I’m a writer
I enjoy science
CONFRONTATION
hey
it’s me
how are you?
I’ve just been thinking
no, i-
I’ve been worried
no, its just-
are you okay?
what gives me the authority, right?
Who am I to-
I just mean-
is it okay-
after my collar bones carved steep valleys across my shoulders
after my cheeks hollowed and my hair fell like petals
after my skin stretched tightly upon my ribs
and the black underneath my eyes darkened
-to wonder?
is it okay-
after tubes crashed through my skin and pushed into my veins
after noises broke my solitude and forced my eyes open
after men in white pretended to share my tears
and promised me an uphill climb
-to ask?
is it okay-
after the toilet became my closest confidant
after the mirror became my greatest enemy
after the fear of being noticed pushed me farther
and farther and farther
-to hope that you listen?
is it okay-
when I see you lurk by the bathroom
when I notice you trip because your legs aren’t strong enough
when I know that the mirror is your greatest enemy
and the toilet is your closest confidant
-to offer you my help?
so
what gives me the authority, right?
hey
it’s me
I know you aren’t well
I’ve just been thinking
that you could use a friend
I’ve been worried
that you are becoming an image of me
are you okay?
by Sarah Flynn