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I worked hard for this body
by which I mean I was carefully
threaded together into a slick and
joyous mesh,
the oldest Mother’s weave,
a frantic chemical web,
her fingers smelling of silt and the sea
spinning a body stretching up from
the heels of these clay feet.
The catastrophic split
and the terrible tear of cells,
the bursting and divine
divide.
I endured it all, before I knew
what it was to endure
or to have hands
lungs
and eyes.
I worked hard for this body
in the rich blood sea of my mother’s belly,
I grew my legs as the ancient seadwellers
grew theirs, and took my first
breath of air as they took
theirs.
One day, my hands and eyes
were thrust into the light,
as were theirs.
On to the beach we crawl.
And now look what we bear.
I worked hard for this body,
by which I mean I am here now
breathing in the breath of the dune which
is made of light and of dinosaur’s bones
of white and of whiter stones
which is made of Hatshepsut’s tears
my mother’s hair my sister’s tears and
my father’s hands
made of a thousand mountains, oceans,
baying dogs, howling cats and
shifting sands –
of the sky’s lustrous full cobalt -
the ground thick with flowered weeds
all tough, hard and pulsing
through the salt.
by which I mean I was carefully
threaded together into a slick and
joyous mesh,
the oldest Mother’s weave,
a frantic chemical web,
her fingers smelling of silt and the sea
spinning a body stretching up from
the heels of these clay feet.
The catastrophic split
and the terrible tear of cells,
the bursting and divine
divide.
I endured it all, before I knew
what it was to endure
or to have hands
lungs
and eyes.
I worked hard for this body
in the rich blood sea of my mother’s belly,
I grew my legs as the ancient seadwellers
grew theirs, and took my first
breath of air as they took
theirs.
One day, my hands and eyes
were thrust into the light,
as were theirs.
On to the beach we crawl.
And now look what we bear.
I worked hard for this body,
by which I mean I am here now
breathing in the breath of the dune which
is made of light and of dinosaur’s bones
of white and of whiter stones
which is made of Hatshepsut’s tears
my mother’s hair my sister’s tears and
my father’s hands
made of a thousand mountains, oceans,
baying dogs, howling cats and
shifting sands –
of the sky’s lustrous full cobalt -
the ground thick with flowered weeds
all tough, hard and pulsing
through the salt.
Literature
Matchstick
irreplaceable yet unnecessary
leave me in your retrospect
where you found me, unwanted & with a question mark over my head
or a Matchstick, maybe
I'm the fire you started &
couldn't put out
the one you doused &
the One you'll freeze without.
Literature
Fiction Within Reality
When I was little my father took me to a family reunion at my great uncle's house. Honestly, I don't recall him being all that great, but people still refer to him as such, so I must have missed something. There were many people there I didn't know, and probably haven't seen since. They didn't leave much of an impression, so I may have bumped into them later in life and not even realized it.
The thing I do remember was the house itself. Up until that point in my short life, I had never been in a house that large and elaborately decorated. It was very old and had accumulated a wide variety of artwork and antiques in it's history. Appare
Literature
EXCRUCIATING
I feel as though
I have been stabbed
in the gut.
I get as though
a blender
is working on my insides.
Life is pain
Pain is life.
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HOO FUCKIN BOY
this exhausted me
okay, I axed a verse and a few lines, now it feels a bit more condense and neat. I'll probably keep coming back to it though because it low key pisses me off every time I read it.
this exhausted me
okay, I axed a verse and a few lines, now it feels a bit more condense and neat. I'll probably keep coming back to it though because it low key pisses me off every time I read it.
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