Don’t look for love.
Be love.
they said you don’t wanna live in a broken house but i like my window frames hollow and my gardens untamed. they said
By Sara 5 days ago in Poets
i will not wait for eternal dawn but dawn might linger, for me. (there was never anyone else, anyway). i have made home
By Sara 8 days ago in Poets
the cherry trees weep in pink. the concrete cracks in jagged edges. tears dissolve the barren spaces like acid.
By Sara 9 days ago in Poets
if my body was my home i would live in her instead of all the stoops and chipped mugs and rooms lingering with smoke and sex and beds with unmade sheets.
By Sara 15 days ago in Poets
tree branches run down her back like tendrils. her face is warm, with a flicker of sunshine. leaves climb up her waiting arms like vines.
By Sara 18 days ago in Poets
if you were the sun why did you die. all things die. people. they lay under cold rocks in abandoned yards. flowers.
By Sara 23 days ago in Poets
my body flows like molasses between your teeth. sweet/soft/smooth. i am carved like clay in your hands. malleable.
By Sara 29 days ago in Poets
the life that filled the gaps in my jeans tightens around my waist. i can’t breathe. i miss dying. i know i’m not supposed to say that.
By Sara 30 days ago in Poets
he holds my face between his fingers and my heart under his eyelids. he never bid but i sold my soul for a mark of Cain
By Sara about a month ago in Poets
she is short. four feet? chocolate brown eyes. i think she belongs to my mother. she likes popsicles. the ones that turn her tongue blue
you liked me enough to call me yours but not enough to be mine. you wanted me enough to have my heart but not enough
barefoot soles kiss the unforgiving earth as the sun scorches their undersides. (in the name of freedom) calloused hands