**tw's: sui ideation, death, blood, fire**
i feel an otherness / a temple throb / shotgun mirrors the pulse / i fall again & / again i give my heart the reigns / to the grapevines
i goad / some love likes to blister / & to be left undead / & some curses find me in daylight / where i beckon you to share the secret of / not living forever / i asked to be rid of such pain / the house fire that left six dead / burnt me too / but methuselah runs in me / i live too long / always left behind / searching through the ruins of another day / i become ill but do not die / not conventionally / anyway
no dirt bath for me / only the modest like to be covered & anyway / we live forever in distortion / everyone remembers the tyrants of the past / so won't be too hard to make my name last / but
everyone wants to mother me / & everything wants to smother me /
me - the becoming of some ripened nebula / something sparks to lead to collapse & here
we go again: did your heart ever learn about this?
tell me again / how we'll never get used to this / pulsating beat of a greeting.
something tells me to push it down & i comply / the wolf does not ask why it chases / & blood splatters make for real conversations / i know i'm blessed because i've been caught by no-one again / & again
i brought this on myself &
i become driftwood. i become the beautiful undone & to / gape is a wound inviting you into / grief
can only glisten like a greeting / trusting me
to howl only at the moonface /
some heartache snaps at the trace lines / nothing you've not seen before / so here we go again /
once more.
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body work
Poetry**for fans of plath, anne sexton & ocean vuong** 'body work' is a captivating collection of poetry that delves into the depths of human experiences, exploring the intricate relationship between the physical body & the emotional & spiritual realms. w...
