Letters from inside my head
I swallowed a seed
Completely on accident you see
It nestled to the folds of my being
Grew within me
Ivy limbs sprinted for the Sun
I wanted to tell you not to be afraid
But my tongue is replaced
And bark hardens my veins.
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Today I wondered
What I’d done to survive this long.
How have I
Kept seeing blue skies?
Thoughts kept quiet,
Crept steadily forward.
You weren’t there
But I felt you at my back.
Your voice becomes
The beat to my degenerative drum.
Today, you won.
“Head like a hole. Black as your soul …”
I like the color black.
I wear it frequently.
All my dresses are black,
Except for that red one.
My shoes too,
Except that pair of brown boots
Or those dark blue ones.
When I was in high school,
I wore black eye make up
But I didn’t hang out with the goth kids.
The real depressed girl
Who actually listened to industrial
And not Marilyn Manson
Was too goth for them.
I like my coffee black,
With just a little bit of cream.
I like my rebels black
With their motorcycle screams.
I like my nails
About nine inches long
And now you have
To start at the beginning of the song.
Once again I’m reposting. This was originally published in … maybe about a year ago in 2018 I think and the WordPress prompt of the day was Black. I couldn’t help myself back then and I can’t help myself today. Tell me about your favorite music?
People are a little weird.
That’s the mantra of this town.
Specters and night crawlers
With thigh high make up
In star bowler company
Smoke infinitely long rings of mood dust.
Then there was me
And you
Collapsing across peeling laminate counter tops
And day old sandwiches
With the the bread always toasted.
How one falls
In this topsy turvy place,
From barstools to backseats.
Or bedsheets.
Up?
I suppose it only makes sense.
This has never been the city of dreams
But we liked to pretend.
And why not?
There always has been,
There always will be,
More ways to fall in love.
I write my replies
Preemptive social suicide
Before I speak
My mind wanders
There must be a million
Prismatic dots
Rolled onto that wall
If I could
I would
Disperse into them all
You breathe sideways
A movement pregnant with meaning
To the needle of my mind
It started with a dream, a thousand eyes surrounding me.
Now they’re part of the permanent daydream.
Drenched in disdain from behind the dime store shelf,
Heavy lidded and high as I drive.
I can feel them on me, even now.
Sitting at my desk, drowning Bailey’s in coffee
They stick to my legs, crawl between my toes.
How’d they get in my shoes?
I can feel them, eyelashes stroking the hairs
Serenading down my hands,
They even exist alone in the air.
How do I survive
With a thousand eyes?
Music: Mogwai – Kin
