dabbling in my dreams is your day-job
with a face i can never see quite crystalline
your tongue is beyond scholarly and
floats through a sinister bayou
up into trees my shrill arms cannot reach.
you come like fireflies
bursts i strive to catch
so i can crush you up and marinade in your arms.
come,
i once blinded myself into believing you could be a father for me
the title belongs to you, though now,
i know the truth.
lie your swollen skull across all fifty-three of my scales
let me wipe the crusties out your canthus
kiss your meds before i feed them to you
between synapses of spring water
put your head between my knees
and ramble and exhale while i twist your barred locs.
let me be in control
let me be the centre of our cold, flayed filigree
you know how badly i crave attention
hoarding it, stockpiling for the shortages ahead.
press your forehead into mine
pretend we could fuse as one
unicellular
umbilical.
every shade of you,
with all the names i mourn forgetting
all the people in the head i'll never cut open,
share a morsel of me.
music, may we all make music
melodies from your cadence and drums from your fervour
lullabies disguised as glitched hymns.
autotuned gospels
two lyrical madmen bending one too many genres
when you speak in that god-awful tone,
i want nothing more than to bite your teeth,
and become you.
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An Enigma Is Too Much For A Cat To Eat
Poetrypoetry from the raw heart of a teenage girl. I wrote this poetry collection throughout my junior year of high school, when so much change was underneath the sun's aura. In and out of depression, in and out of the psych ward, I survived the first ha...
