I want the extras
Cheeky smile in the morning,
Black florals on your skin,
Tongue in my mouth that isn’t mine,
Hold me in your grace,
Sing deep silence in my neck, let it become moans you cherish,
Your voice flows in my blood, makes me an angel with no bones.
My mum said I was like Misery today
She meant Annie, because the weather was bad and I folded.
it’s not necessarily original to mix bottom with top, highs with dirty lows
low lifes mingling with the oh so holy
angels full of holes
“It’s all in your head.”
“Yep, just like everything else I experience.”
my body will one day feed the flies and in them perhaps my atoms will gain buzzing height
Volcanic ash layers up to form blackened earth in which things grow eventually.
16 year old me would never have posted a selfie, never mind a poem.
She would never have dreamt of having such confidence.
She would have waited ’til someone else posted a picture of her that was passable and used that for her profile –
Now, I post both, both different forms of self-portraiture.
When you feel unloved,
let the wind run through your fingers and wash away that notion that you are unworthy.
I think of you often and love you with a sincerity that is out of character.