KayTPoems

the sun a mirage of warm and

burning and an intense lust. it 

makes voyeurs of us all. sand 

sticking to sweat-slicked skin. 

a panting thing. hot as a fantasy

we cannot yet name.

~K.T.

let me impart my whimsy upon you. 

i’m part fairy. part wandering mind. 

i’ll lead you to places unknown, so 

let’s frolic. let our hair billow in the

wind. let the fields swallow us whole.

~K.T.

put me in, coach. my ass is flat

and my limbs are buzzing. tension

made tangible. the game of life

playing and i want in. want to 

sweat. collect grass stains. to 

taste this experience first hand.

light to my darkest shadows. 

a right foot to balance my wrong. 

a sunny smile to the moon under

my eyes. the paint to decorate my

blank canvas into something easy

on the eyes.

i am rubbing away at gray. 

it still aches. rain readying 

itself to go from drizzle to 

pour. some days i let it. 

accept this pain as an

equation I am not meant to 

solve.

~K.T.

because my light is too soft. 

too warm and glow. i cannot 

protect the hands that hold

my little sun. hide it within a

glittering night. grow teeth

made of pointed stars. here, 

i remain feral.

i am living as the rain does. 

freefalling. reveling in the

weightlessness. in a dark 

shadow. closed eyes and 

waiting to return to where 

i once came. wet and wailing.

there are cobwebs in me. i

am a spiral staircase. splintered.

still finding system in my steps.

if i could, i would be north star.

the beacon leading you home. 

most days i am flickering on 

the edge of existence. a dying

bulb. a thing allowed to break

beneath the night. 

~K.T.

keep a tight leash on the storm

that beckons me close. i am

balloon. full of hot air and ready

to burst. i am resting, yet manic. 

i am alive beneath a prison made

of skin. 

i do. softly. wrap my arms around 

the pliable parts of me. hold tight. 

hold tender. the world can move

how it likes. here is where i’ll stay. 

somewhere comfort will let me live

in peace.

my lover will let me play piano

by milky glow alone. won’t 

complain about the noise. will

only get me a drink. will listen 

quiet as the night that cradles 

us in her cocoon of soft love.

~K.T.

i arm myself in painkillers. 

this is how i protect myself

against the hissing throb. my 

body against my body. a cool 

relief slipped over burning skin. 

snakes that coil around my 

ovary and sink their teeth in.

don’t fear this life. it can try

to snap me. i don’t bend 

beneath pressure. my spine

made of steel. my resolve

an unwavering beast.

wrote my life story instead. 

oat milk for my morning matcha.

the less lactose the better. 

eggs for protein i pretend to 

care about. cheerios for a 

good day. pads for a bad one. 

little things to carry me on.

~K.T.

an unspoken kind of warmth

smiling through my dark.

eyes heavy as the night, but

i hold out within warm glow. 

you shut the lights off. worth 

it when your body, warm, curls 

against my spine. this safety a

sleep-aid. a reassurance that

the darkness cannot touch me.

the seasons do it, so i will too. 

there is devotion in beginning 

again. to blooming and dying 

at will. i choose not to mourn. 

instead, i’ll become a spectacle.

~K.T.