Poetry or Whatever

Awake by Sarah Vikken

Sometimes it hurts to protect your peace.

Feels Zine ( @feelszine ) is hosting a digital launch event on February 21st at 8pm! Their 19th issue, Shame, was published on January 31st, 2023. I’ll be reading my poem that’s included in this issue at the digital launch event. Hope to see you there!

broken shards mirrored on the floor you catch your eye in the shattered pieces tears mingle with blood fingers trying desperately to glue things back together when will you see? the only thing broken is the mirror

with every drop i'm drowning each one weighing heavy on my heart heavier in my lungs and they drip ever faster building the deep birthing the dark the way way down the blackness where it sleeps the leviathan is waking to the drip drip drop of my tears into oceans of sorrow it circles it cycles it breathes where i cannot wreckages dot the seascape with ominous names 'Prozac' 'Zoloft' 'Celexa' every one just another vessel unsinkable but the unthinkable crawls up through the depths and i can't fathom another wet breath without the terror of the d e e p

Hi friends! I’m being published! If you’d like to check out the zine that’s publishing my poem, “Here”, you can find the link here. I’ll be be in volume 1 of BONEMILK! If you’d like to pick up a digital copy as opposed to physical, follow this link. For all your poetry needs, check out @gutslutpress

The weight of past phantoms Compresses my chest I lay in the dark With my fears My regrets The promises broken Lies I was told My self worth was shattered And the road back was long

Before you, There was love After you, There is nothing

lust is not love and wanting me is not a compliment I want to be cherished but all you offer is desire a poor substitute for affection it's not intimacy if all I am is convenient I am not a 7/11