Tag: spilt ink

could you feel it beginning 
to fall apart 
when you kissed her lips
under the floral arch? 
it happened so soon, 
he became the glue that bound
you together. 
you’d count his fingers and
toes, so delicate and small. 
you never would’ve guessed they’d
make those holes in the dry-wall. 

you never imagined you’d be here
again; broken glass on the kitchen 
floor, a policeman
knocking at the door. 

there’s a silent melancholy 
song that pours from 
your lips,
like the whiskey you nurse
as they take him away with
his hands behind his back.

cradle of whiskey // a.s.m

Kindred spirit child,
I’ve found home
within your eyes.
Chase stars with me,
catch butterflies
between our palms and
whisper wishes on their wings
before we release them
to the skies.

Kindred spirit child,
I’ve found safety
in your heart:
a delicate collage
of glass and shards
of mirror where I
find pieces of myself; I know
together we have something
beautiful.

spirit child // a.s.m

the smell of liquor
on your breath and the words
that you hid at the
bottom of the bottle. 
the way you only looked at me
with longing when
your eyes were glazed over. 
a series of mistaken midnight black-outs
that just kept happening
because i still hadn’t learned
the second or third time
around.

everything you feel when you hear your ex’s name // a.s.m

you say there’s no poetry
for you, darling,
but it’s here
written in the way your words
sway me like grass
in a summer breeze, the way
my skin tingles like stars when
you say my name,
when you say
my name is magick.

put your hand to my chest–
do you feel
the rhythm of the verses
beating
for you? every step,
every cell, for you,
for you and I
will never stop breathing
this poetry; my lungs
are saturated with it.

everything you make me feel is poetry // a.s.m

get so high that
you feel numb, 
slit your wrists while in
the tub. warm water glides
over the edge of your
porcelain ship. blood flows
through caulk river
channels between
the tile. you will haunt the 
seals between the
floor forever.

Cecilia // a.s.m

heavy heart, 
filled with questions
but those eyes are dark 
dripping caves, 
you will never come out 
alive. 

what first stole your
breath
now grabs at your neck, 
squeezing every last 
murmur
out. there’s no use hiding 
in the shadows– those 
irises are made of what
blankets you.

you can’t hide // a.s.m

i will celebrate the fact
that my life has been carved
into my skin for everyone 
to read.

i am no longer ashamed of
the way i laugh or  
the size of my heart– like
the bread we break,
take a piece
to keep in your pocket.
it will not grow stale,
i promise.

sometimes i feel i have enough
to feed the world.

this universe is a pitcher 
i cannot fill, though i pour
myself into it completely
inside 
out.

i devour authenticity
and the freedom of
opening my mouth and
letting whatever is inside
fall to the ground.

by its nature, undestroyed // a.s.m

ethereal child, 
even the devil wants to see
the world through your eyes. 
look how they pine. 

ethereal child, 
you have ensnared him, 
no longer red with
lust, but the color of
your vitreous soul. 

ethereal child, do you
feel his fiery fingers
around your forearms,
injecting you like needles?

let go, let go
let the fire burn.

dance with the devil // a.s.m