Used improperly, anything can kill.
The softness of a baby's skin
her milk cheeks whipped to cream until
there is nothing sweeter
My blood goes hot with
fear.jealousy.love.anxiety
whenever I see a swollen belly
I am the djinn that lives within
my own skin.
My wishes are bright as topaz.
but will she inherit my rocks? reckless
falling off cliffs of melting mud?
Alone, my soul soars
and alone, there is the vampire
sucking at my nomad heart till the only thing left is
empty.
Will it suck her energy, too?
Never mind the open casket
that's sized for a toddler to fit.
Never mind the foxglove
that tattoos the inside of my womb.
I'm made of paint and cold, cold tea
one day an artwork, the other, meant for the sink
Contact the coroner
or the midwife
I am not to know.
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Lives Collide
PoetryDo I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes). - 'Song of Myself,' Walt Whitman It's hard to know sometimes who you're meant to be. And that's kind of okay. One day I feel like a witch, another like...
