Don’t look for love.
Be love.
i am borrowed from crystal bone, borrowed skin tautened over my flesh and all debt must be paid i have taken the form
By Sara 3 months ago in Poets
your mouth, full of pearls drips into my lips that never part - only smile my cheeks bulge with stones that will close my throat
By Sara 4 months ago in Poets
it can never be the same your fingers feel different on my translucent skin, the wind still sings but i hear it howl
By Sara 7 months ago in Poets
in your window there is one star buckets full of magic tumble across the sky onto your lashes and you want it all
By Sara 9 months ago in Poets
she is a dead doll morphed of clay abandoned on the shelf to dry. she is a girl with stuck limbs that never move
love is my religion and you are my god. every night i kneel every dawn i pray to you, for you, about you your bed is a temple,
i am no longer an artist i now stand vigil at the bedside of a man tangled in blue sheets i worship at his feet
you know me even when the moon wanes and all the stars bleed their fire on nights that never are because time collapses between us
By Sara 10 months ago in Poets
will you notice the breath missing from my chest as i drown in rivers of my blood because your tongue still dances
By Sara 11 months ago in Poets
you want a promise, not love. you want fistfuls of petals to dig your nails in you want to gag your lover and leave him there.
you opened my heart but it is empty inside and now all you get is paranoia because i am an open wound you opened my heart
the man in my bed thinks he needs to wipe my tears. he doesn’t know that sometimes all i want is to cry.
By Sara about a year ago in Poets
