hard poetry

 

   hard poetry, a poem cycle to capture the lived human experience and that of my womanhood and savagery.

08/06/2024 10:50 PM

i fled to her open arms,

she lets me in like throwing curtains open.

crashing into her, 

all bones and sharp edges and seafoam,

a wave of skin and shrapnel.

she rolls over me,

a creek glowing golden,

softening me until all that is left

is frosted sea-glass.

she is my stable water, my steady harbor,

and i will forever be her feral cove,

her howling sea.

07/17/2024 2:28 AM

trembling, i move away from the altar

her breaths cascading from the peak,

droplets rolling down monuments.

sweet and syrupy incense

kisses down my throat,

i feel full and whole,

yet the craving still devours me.

it devours her too.

the altar is not yet cold,

the candles have not yet blown out,

that great light has not yet surfaced,

and so i will reap each and every drop of her,

until the only glory she knows

is that which pours from my hand.

12/04/2023 8:30 PM

i can feel my sanity slipping away

from me, seeping through the boards

of a bucket drilled, decaying. i am

carnally eating myself alive writhing

with the crude desire, i now 

know love. and with this revelation

comes the all-too-human wanting

to be the only. the exclusive. the

primary. i feed on the knowing. my

power. what i can do to another.

my friends are no longer such.

with my confusion of blood-heat

contusions peppering my heart

and ringing my thighs, i consume

all. having known such warmth

and closeness, i am myself robbed

of it. i cannot cup water in scarred

hands, i cannot stay a fire in

this rotting mulch. i consume some

more. first an arm. then a leg,

calcaneal and all. settling for the rib now,

i know that pure water has since 

abraded, the metal granules

scratching my eyes, getting under

my nails. and still i shall feast.