Hi Im Shelby from Kentucky! Alot of these posts are pretty raw. i drive 2011 fish and shelb ...
Curled with my tongue tied in familiar ways Snakes are crawling up our legs, I just can’t ignore them anymore Is my comfort nothing Never wonder if the kettles hot, You’ll press my hands against it to see. I’ve done nothing wrong Am I boiling over? Touch to find out All while the Mothers bag locs of blonde hair I had just started to dream again. Only for the shivers to turn to sweat, With your…
Banana covered hands with a baby stained conscious that cannot hold me They are auditing my eyes, questioning what I have taken Accepting all of the pieces they give Bolted to the corner while the cur get theirs Watching spattered and spotted near the deer binging the clover, gently preparing the meadows for our silence Biting at the nails piercing my feet trying to catch up
Soft clover follows I try to burn it Laughing as it grows back , swallowing me with welcomes. I am sorry! The clover doesn't return casualties, it just grows. The world is against you. Please don't answer. Keep on, do not let me distract. You are strange and I don't understand. Thought I was some gross mirror sent as punishment That's not true? We are apart of each other. Twisting into ourselves…
I am kneeling into the dent I have carved into the mattress. A small grave of heat and repetition that goes nowhere. Hours have passed, or I have passed through them? I can't tell anymore. I am being kept soft for something. It blooms slow and wet, coming from nowhere but devouring everything. A following wound and hands that know exactly where to go. I am bent still, sobbing into the voids.…
I think they notice. the animals noticed first, they always do. They looked at me for too long trying to place that familiar smell. They will get their answers. I keep pouring myself into you just to see what you will do with it. By morning there is glass everywhere, as if breaking was the whole arrangement. I know you like it. Since childhood Ive been leaving things behind. They all sloppily…
Im wearing your shoes. I have been trying to teach my mouth the tricks of your smile, hoping someone will see pieces of your light shining through me. The highway is humming with its tired saints. Truckers pass with their dogs sleeping next to them. Their love is so simple it hurts. A warm animal. A hand on the wheel. Someone who stays. I watch them go, I feel something hollow open. All the faces…
My mother was sent alone on her last ambulance ride. Nobody comforted her or held her hand. I was 45 minutes away at my exes house and my mother was in her last ambulance ride alone. She said her last words away from her family. I can never forgive myself. On the 18th it will have been a year. I can’t do this anymore I can’t not have a mom anymore. I need something that nobody else can give. I…
Lucky clover, watch how the deer follow. As if the earth were whispering their names through the soles of their hooves. The little lambs are asleep in the dip of the field, their mothers are far. The distance between them hums like an organ note you feel deep in your bones but cannot place. Our silence is not empty. Dust turning slowly in beams of heat. Warm sunlight pours through colored panes…
I bow until my spine forgets its name. The words I offer bruise before they reach you. Small prayers dropping dead at the foot of the throne. The pawns lift me gently, carrying me through corridors i have memorized. I know how you move. The hitch in your mercy, the practiced pause. You know how I think. How I split myself open just to see if youre inside. I forgot the importance of light, it is…
Knownness lingers inches from my mouth, a breath that is not mine. I feel you pulling at the invisible threads stitched between my ribs. Why? I stand again at that familiar cliff, the sea comes obediently, Merciful in a way. It forgives nothing. Please stop looking at me. The salt has already chosen my shape. I have been this way long before you gave it a name. Please dont see it blooming under me…