Nov 18, 2018
White flares, pain-bright
seeping into the flesh-veiling of my eyelids.
Black infinities ghost over my head
And,
I make love in grey.
—EmmieW.
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White flares, pain-bright
seeping into the flesh-veiling of my eyelids.
Black infinities ghost over my head
And,
I make love in grey.
—EmmieW.
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“I’m pretty sure your house is haunted.”
“Yeah, the ghosts don’t even pay rent, cheap bastards.”
And it makes me feel so much I can’t even breathe
—EmmieW.
And I love her. I love her just as the moon loves the gentle-breaking day. I love her endlessly, hopelessly, and perpetually. And I will never let anything hurt her again.
—EmmieW.
The tips of my toes are numb. I float away on nothingness. I don’t remember if my body exists anymore.
—EmmieW.
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Silence, unperturbed
hangs heavy on mortal tongues
while freedom vanishes.
—EmmieW.
12.
I write poetry in pen, giving permanence to discarded thoughts. I collect incomplete words and imperfections. Only then can I marvel at the divinity of evolution.
—EmmieW.
I write a love letter to an angel. I’m not certain he speaks my language, but it doesn’t matter. The words flood, pool at the back of my tongue like bile. I pen them quickly but not because I’m afraid of forgetting them. Rather, I write them fast because they’ll singe my fingertips if I don’t.
I confess my love to an angel. He doesn’t respond,
EmmieW.