Yellow Sweater

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Zinnia | she/her | bi | agnostic | 18 | WA

2021-2022 Seattle Youth Poet Laureate

I don't necessarily agree with my own assertions

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This is a piece from a while ago, but I was just going through my portfolio and I realized how absolutely bizarre and kind of terrifying it was.

Sunflower Seeds (off of R.j.Elsewhere's prompt, warning: explicit imagery)

January 26, 2021

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To write is to consume the sun. To stretch our fragile bodies until we hear the glass shatter. To exploit our belly-buttons for the puncture wounds they are.  

I cry like a baby. 

Sun, 
I desire you.  

Mediterranean headaches, 
hands pressed against my eyes. 
You turn blue into a turgid God, 
Sea sick on insubstantial light 
I undulate, puking words into the turquoise sea. 

Sun, 
I would make you solid.

I want to eat fistfuls of dirt and cherry blossoms, 
to surrender as you inflate my insides with your vastness. 
Full and alive, aching with a prayer of terrible gluttony,
the sun and I would skewer ourselves on kebab sticks still dripping with fat.  

But I settle for sunflower seeds.
Bitter and salty like sweat,
I place them on my tongue and spit,
staining the page with a half chewed fetus.  

 

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2 Comments
  • Paisley Blue

    woah this---

    not entirely sure what to think? but still pretty amazing.

    ...

    ngl, i'm a touch intimidated by this XD


    10 months ago
  • nopenopenope

    dude this is terrifying, especially that last line


    10 months ago