Why She Loves the Night

Where her heart had cracked, she believed it broke. Swept away by the breezes that ruffled the wood She’d trekked through in her own front yard Her hands would slide along scarred bark Where the splinters pierced her flesh  When all she’d touched was palm   When she felt the pain, it didn’t stop her…

Go

You’re at an airport. You emerge from the metal detector. No sounds. No flags. No worries. Wrong. Your hands get “randomly selected” to be checked for bomb residue. Your skin is brown. Your eyes are wide. You’re 15 and your palms face the ceiling as a pale, overbearing stranger brushes your flesh with powder. With…

Water

The door is open. The wind howls, aching with every breath that knocks the wood against the wall. The thuds of every exhalation resound throughout the empty house. The sky rumbles, with flattened clouds that blur and drift like phantoms with no purpose. And as the rain begins to fall, there is no distinction between…

Lost Boy

To the One that’s Lost, I hope life is treating you well. I hope its embrace feels tender, warm, and secure. I wish that its occasionally harsh grasp will not deter you from succeeding in all the ventures you’ve chosen. The ones I’m not allowed in. I do hope, with the purest ounces of my…

Chunni

Cover me Where he cannot see Under the chunni Hiding  White and sheer With lashes down   A curl of hair  Tucked in ebony With jewels glimmering Gold gleaming Eyes marveling Weight they cannot feel   I am not stained red  Yet But his fingers Won’t find mine anymore And the bangles break  Before they’re…

Starlight

The darkness does not scare me. My brokenness never will. Because when I look up to the black, I realize shattered glass still glimmers. Heat will rise in passion’s haste to feel what burns within. No matter the shadows I’ve embraced, I will always glow against that dark. That dark that coal cannot burn. That…

Crown

Wear that crown and wear it proudly. She doesn’t listen to my words because of the friction within her heart. What I wonder aloud, she wonders too; but what I declare she barely feels. Sometimes, her locks sweep past her shoulders–sometimes auburn, sometimes curled. When she cries, her cheeks get pink–a rosy hue the same…

Whiskey River

Don’t Drink It.   Don’t careen on the path Towards toxic affection Where affliction Rolls as waves in a river   Where the natural stream Is where the heart’s thrum flows Where the idleness of touch Bows to blushed strokes   Where the amber hue Is a glint upon ripples Where the channel’s tides Drag…

Glimmer in the Ash

Those pools of brewed liquid would churn around pupils of the sweetest licorice. They’d shimmer in the most intoxicating moments, like a waft of steam was caught inside them. There was a depth to those eyes, so profound and savoringly bitter, that I had to remind myself to ingest them slowly. But the way they’d…

Remember

I need you. More than I ever have before. Your bright eyes. Your hysterical laugh. Your wild white hair. My hand enclosed in yours. It was all the comfort I ever needed. Do you remember? I used to run across that green lawn like it was the entire world in one place. I’d get scratched…