the eyes of angels
want me to feel
your curse.
grabbing at my ankles when
get up each morning, leaving
the lights on all day; they
even watch me cry when
they think i won't feel
their eyes in the floors
the bathtub
the bedsheets:
though
they never lent a hand
as i gasped for air
barely above sea line
your words crawling
into my throat and
around my lungs:
this torment of
serpentine poisons
and magicks
turning my
interior to
stone.
and i loved you.
choking on the
taste of dirt
in my mouth --
picking at the ends
of a summer cardigan
hesitating within
mythical realms
of electricity
and reality:
the walk back
to the car
confined in
a church lot.
every kiss feels like
goodbye, but I hold on.
archangels sneer
in my direction. but
i refused to look.
(they're kind of
shitty roommates).
YOU ARE READING
immortal bones & dragon smoke
Poetry[a poetic memoir] sneering archangels a patch of pennyroyal fate's mortal enemy god left you buried in the dirt and i wish you'd stayed there. ---- trigger warnings: brief mentions/references to SA, emotional ab*se, manipulation, unhealthy relations...
