these are my letters
to myself.

Message from Writer

sometimes i think i shape the words.
sometimes i think they shape me.

bad friends

November 8, 2019



in the sand the sharpest of shells
and the waves claw
at the heels of the sky
the lavender fields
roadside, turn black 
bruise purple to ebony
and the iron
the pin pushed in eye
bleeding, a word on your thigh
slick, as gasoline
and the flame
the burn of cyanide
like cinnamon
the apple sliced
those fingers peeled
in two
the skin, hung to dry
the tears
the screams
like an old stain
bleached, then scrubbed 
crossing the edge of a grave
to feel it,
like an old friend,
like something
you tried to hide.

alternative title:

Conjoined Gemini


See History
  • November 8, 2019 - 7:56am (Now Viewing)

Login or Signup to provide a comment.

  • jaii

    you know when you read something so goddamn beautiful that you like can’t breathe for a solid ten seconds? yea, that just happened to me. your poetry is too good.

    11 months ago
  • r|A|i|N

    this is so visceral and twisted... it's wrenching to read. your talent is so apparent in everything you write; it's a true and real gift. your writing is extraordinary and i'm so glad i have the chance to read it.

    12 months ago