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don't swallow gold. i have two tablespoons of sorrow.

yellow / soot

February 11, 2021



vincent cried at the sight of the moon, and generations later,
his soft sorrow keeps me up at night. eighties city pop
snarls between sunken alleyways
the claustrophobia of being alive stuffed into untethered skins
seared into the back seat, braised glory,
lemon liquor.
little aloof girl is collecting vials of tears
stuffing calcium into moulds of loneliness;
did i tell you about torn ears? how they
track blood on the porch? how they tune themselves
to clair de lune? how, like a fracture, they 
dance an ache-strung jig when sunlight ebbs
into starry nights?
he and i dream of many things
but mostly, we dream of wrenched yellow from the wounds
of a hollow belly
the taste of a lamppost drenched in ash,
the slow burn of intimacy, ice blue, winter,
the endlessness of knowing so little,
all this,
for a sleep that knits itself ridden with holes.
there is no snow in parched mouths
only shattered voids disheartening kintsugi.
everything is a nightmare,
rustic bone scraping chipped paint until fingernail
i am cold flesh, first hint of madness, cavernous space
between breathing, surviving
so enamored with the eternal love of living inside your head.
numbness copulates with grief
and somehow, the world ends.


if you live long enough, even the sting of sanitizer in a freshly sliced finger feels intoxicating. 



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  • jun lei

    came back to reread this, still absolutely stunning.

    3 months ago
  • Love, Rose


    3 months ago
  • LadyBug...

    Woah. Deep.

    3 months ago
  • Rose A(hiatus)

    I have goosebumps now. This is stunning and chilling! I'm in awe of your talent.

    3 months ago
  • MostlyBananas

    This is gorgeously written, and also just gorgeous; poets wish they had your muse.

    3 months ago
  • jun lei

    sometimes, something is so beautiful that to put it into words is to dilute its impact. your poetry is so stunning its beauty is beyond words, beyond coherence, beyond anything but awe. one of my favorite poems of yours.

    3 months ago
  • Just_A_Memory

    Holy carp! This is phenomefantastical! (Uhm... I don’t know what that word is, but it describes this, so...) Your descriptions are unique, and some send shivers down my spine!

    3 months ago
  • ~rain~

    Wow... your choice of words is unbelievable... so descriptive! Great job!!

    3 months ago
  • happygiggles

    how can you manage to even make your footnotes so meaningful? you have got real, raw talent <33

    3 months ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    Oh my gosh. Every single line of this is spectacular.

    3 months ago
  • Yellow Sweater

    I am in awe of you. "the endlessness of knowing so little" "seared into the back seat, braised glory" "disheartening kintsugi" "i am cold flesh, first hint of madness, cavernous space" Your words.... they are like kintsugi. When I read one of your poems I feels shattered, then excruciatingly mended with gold.

    3 months ago
  • Parisienne

    This is truly stunning! Your word choices are incredibly evocative and this flows so beautifully. Love it :)

    3 months ago