a vice gripping my vagina
white-black rips the edge of my vision
it’s been building the whole time
I shove pills in my mouth
chasing them with scalding water
please, make this work
I gulp another one for good measure
the light turns green
the car slugs home
every position is pain
until the medicine creeps in
Poetry
I’m working on writing a thousand poems. I started in April 2015.
Poem #709
blue melts out of my skin
a galaxy flowing away
I am sad
blue puddles around my feet
no longer inside me
I should be happy
Poem #708
shadow of the fan strobing on the ceiling
my skin burns like hot ice
maybe I should sleep
fall into the heavy slumber of summer
dream of lazily watching bugs crawl over me
their minuscule legs tickling my arms and legs
they bite
I scratch the pink welts raw
maybe I should stay awake
Poem #707
nothing expands
swallowing cities and stars
accepting progress
spitting out more nothing
Poem #706
little lizard
your spots are beautiful
little lizard
please do not eat me
Poem #705
the family gathers
padding on their beans
laying on the bed
hoping for nothing more
Poem #704
out in space
sitting on an asteroid
my ankles are crossed
no more air to breathe
ten million light years away
no chance of return
thank you for trying
Poem #703
tired and awake
waiting for sleep
Poem #702
flower ribbon
in my hair
please give in
to my stare
Poem #701
the ground glitters
with millions of ice crystals
wherever the light shines
my fingers are numb
only on my right hand
because it holds the light
the rocks are warm
in comparison to everything
no glitter on the rock moss