Leave me alone,
The door is etched with sidewalk scratches
Blood or chalk will paint my walls.
My phone case smells of last tuesday, my breath
Smells of you. We celebrate our angst with massacres.
I’ve been stretched apart and taped back together,
Banded like pangaea, my tectonic plates frail from my inner
Earthquakes.
My inner earth.
The crust has always been cracked
But have you ever seen
Raw gold molten?
NO SOLICITORS PLEASE
More by crisscross
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My low
your features don’t contort when you cry.
tears skate down your face until they get caught
on the side of your nose
or the tip of your chin
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Men We Reaped
Inspired by Jesmyn Ward
I wish I could tell you how I mourn your innocence,
how I pray for a shield,
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belly buttons and beating hearts
I clung to my baby blanket that wrapped around my limbs. my limbs, small and swollen, cushioned by my mother's organs. I was warm, I clung to the insulation of two beating hearts.
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