don't fit under beds
stained-heart loveryou have pressedstained-heart lover by trembling-knees
your hands across
the walls of my heart,
sees inside of me
falls in love
with the light left
behind by your
sucker punch lovershe wassucker punch lover by trembling-knees
taught to speak
in blood and
a fist where
her mouth should
be and baby,
she loves to
make you bleed.
BibliophiliaAll the writing featured below is literature I haven't read but fully intend to because of how promising the preview is.Bibliophilia by Nichrysalis
To all the books I haven't read:
I have become your bookshelf
of dusted titles and busted spines
with arms that are full of fantasy
and romance and a head full
of memoirs I haven't written,
their lexicon curling my tongue
around five dollar word-plays
just behind the sheaf of my teeth.
With definitions straight to the point
and description airy and lofted
a dictionary defenestrates pages
I Am Four Things A Woman Should Not Be... by Pencil-Wolf looking for the moon by learningtobefree
that whirl into the night, petal
papers gliding like elegant
prose in a blank journal.
The Barricade by BloodshotInk Once Upon a Nightlight by Synesthi
There is no table of contents
to map your way; follow the veins
ink leaves in the margins of my palms
Confinement by ladysiren482 valleys by brassteeth
Child. by Liedy :thumb4548
EntropyI.Entropy by somethingzenzen
The whole of cold, silent space is expanding:
galaxies grow more distant from one another;
the universe is mostly empty already, and
the emptiness, silence, and cold are increasing.
In an old-growth forest, summer sunlight falls,
diffused through the boughs of the beeches;
comes the chirping of birds, the rustle of leaves
as mammals and insects move in the brush.
A soft gasp, a hushed sigh, the quickening stream
of blood through capillaries, arteries, veins,
as a finger lightly, oh so lightly, touches and traces
the warm, gentle slopes of a lover’s lips.
One-and-twenty years old, I am a lot of things but mostly I am hopelessly at odds and ends with myself.|
I am full of diseases you can't see and words I can't write but I'll never stop trying. My heart beats with a stop stop start and I wonder if that will ever matter to you.
This is the way my world ends.