silence breaks eventually words fill space void of meaning do we say enough to understand no ending is still one it's just slower.
poem
Feeling/Thinking/Talking
If the ocean washes over me it stings. So I strain my words let them drip not to drown but there isn't more-- Question! everything I say a lie to feed some reality maybe What feeling do I choose today full control let go the water is boiling I stumble but won't spill wounds or scar tissue liquids stay inside.
In a station
Air exchanges lungs the subway screams it passes.
Cool girl
Acting different act indifferent I don't feel more than you notice me no, it's me.
Breakfast in bed
When I openend my eyes I saw the crumbs of bread from last morning the last morning. The plaster of crust in my eyes, reminds me that I'd rather keep them closed, but crumbs attract mice. This is part of Escapril 2022, follow me on instragram for more
Feeling (/) Bodily
bury me in feathers lift me in my skin give me feelings to handle put on my limbs place my teeth hard as stones and soft lips to kiss give me sweat and hair give me something to miss
mold my eyes
give my muscles extra fat
paint a picture
of my body
so I'll feel
where you spat
circle my goosebumps
let ink sink in
rip my nails
and tear my nose
would you please
break me in.
moment of existence
it is spaces between letters and candles burning out letters that return and never read out loud it is specks of dust that briefly catch my eye the way you smile every time you lie it is lonely evenings that started out as gold and it is nothing worth addressing just a memory to fold.
Good god go
I hug her tightly then ask her to leave I'll let her die and I wake much more powerful than any god, I am and I am not.
A letter to my parents
the leaves are green again one thing you can count on is seasons changing and waiting for snow. I once told you that it felt like a fairytale and I have repeated it ever since and I'd like to feel your limbs but have settled for a memory. It's okay, it's okay, it's okay. I'd used to think, I'd used to whisper, I'd used to say and I think that I believe it. Even now, after everything how long has it been? A decade sounds insane to say but I am not one to falsify facts. So I'll talk to you through letters, unaddressed pester you with questions, you have left. and then there are some answers dad becomes mom too you shatter gender standards, without having a true clue. Because stability becomes solid, like an unmovable mountain that we climb together. That is not symbolic, just in hiking we take pleasure. Thank you for providing an unquestionable home, being able to go back is what allows me to roam. See, it still snows in April, it's still sunny in November, you are most reliable, since I can remember. So while I wait for the first leaves to fall, I'll say I love you and that is truly all.
Escapril day twenty (prompt: stranger than fiction)
Air slips away as he tries to scream but, he was never heard in the first place. It is a quiet night sleep never arrives expectedly nor does never-waking-up-again Thousands march masked in May and only hundreds in September maybe we have learned that quiet isn’t peace? Yet still…
Babette Helena 