empty spaces between us. engaged conversations, forgotten embraces, distracted by the bodies that surround us. dim lights and screaming music, i forgot to find you. smoke my thoughts outside and ramble on the happenings of yesterday. i remember to find you and become distracted by giving undeserved apologies to obnoxious attitudes. angry and anxious,Continue reading “cold fingers”
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swollen
i feel like swollen metal. i know it’s impossible. you don’t need to tell me different. let’s just lay quietly. please. as my edges show rounded. hard to believe, i know. but here it is. dull. and exhausted. the c in me can barely breathe so come close and hold me tight. i melt beneathContinue reading “swollen”
desolate
dig a little bit deeper. when i close my eyes the blackness fades to blonde. here is where you can find me, resting against the slow melody that’s playing sullen and sweet. there’s an ache in the pit of my stomach that doesn’t want to let go of my chest. it’s married to the twitchContinue reading “desolate”
the static that vibrates
enveloped. a part that i’m not familiar with is forcing its way through the surface. what a strange place to find myself. what a peculiar way to leave me feeling. and what for? what do you want with me here in this new fold? what am i to do with you? it’s not fair, youContinue reading “the static that vibrates”
untiltled
walking slightly ahead, this path seems familiar. in the beginning the wind blows a certain direction that sweeps my hair, hiding my face. as i sway in the flow, hands pull the streams away from disguising my likeness. i see you see me. and i smile and for a moment, i can feel only theContinue reading “untiltled”
secret life
camp fire cold. blasphemy filled the ears and all i thought was you. in a madness of comfort for the weary. you and i brought the torture down. a funny story. and a tormented lifestyle. you and me. we will never win the game we play. instead play chess all night until one loses. inContinue reading “secret life”
fools rush in where angels fear to tread
i need you. silent makers of the wind breaks open miniature flasks of happy tortures blooming in unopened sunlight, smiles forcefully turn ripped pages these many chapters write their own books and bluebirds capture uneasy tears flowing from deep waters a thousand sunsets wouldn’t explain this darkness in beauty the falling sky decides nextContinue reading “fools rush in where angels fear to tread”
this is how you make me feel…
suffocated from warm milk chewing on my own tongue deaf from hind sight chest ripped apart swallowed likeness, moving notions. i hate you. smile when i break my own heart thinking that perhaps i can win you over somehow. i keep finding myself in moments where i might catch you, but instead find you lookingContinue reading “this is how you make me feel…”
spine
i am remembering… in the stiffness of early morning, i feel your hands slowly reaching, warm around my waist. you pull me closer and in my slumber i fold, giving into your gesture. bodies twisted in blankets and pillows, i feel you closer to me now. breath warm against my neck as we fit together likeContinue reading “spine”
not likely
dim lights suffering exposure to high energy. emotions. spend your time under covers to wait. not a likely story for future reference. but stay patient, as much as it’s a virtue, just wait. notice, though, as minutes pass, these words are cheap and are leaving you in solid definition to steer clear. notice that thisContinue reading “not likely”
Ciara Ashley Johnson 