One It feels cold in your grip. Cold…and smooth. The same as it was yesterday. The same way it will be tomorrow. Always cold. Always smooth. Always cold. Click. Two The sound registers after the pain. You’d think it would be before. The sound of the bones in my hand creaking, and then the pop … Continue reading A Lesson in Letting Go
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Beauty In The Disease
I burned image after image, thought after thought laying waste to my mind just to see if I was awake. It's a given, a tidal wave that burns until everything, even my memories no longer exist in this quake. I needed to feel the heat, so I poured what was left down my throat, and … Continue reading Beauty In The Disease
Not a love poem
Cliches are that way for a reason, and to its detriment love has lost meaning. A poem isn't anything anymore, it's just a few, hole-y lines of cheese. So excuse me my demeanor. I mean no one harm. Just something was broken in an unforeseeable war. There is pausing, and wavering, insecurity and bitterness, and … Continue reading Not a love poem
Shall We
Shall I be more for you, than warmed skin in the dead of night, caressing deep blue oceans that are only visible in the sky. Taste me, bittersweet symphony of sweat that pools where ribcages dip and soft valleys are met. Shall I be this dance we are all too scared to commit? scarred into … Continue reading Shall We
Faith Taryn Davies 