ribbons

  It still smells of you when you leave, spicy jasmine coupled in with shots of honey. It’s always made me haywire,  blood pulsing, turpentine lodged in my throat every time I inhale. Picturing hands splayed, hair a black mass of matter consuming my bed.   I feel like sand upon the beach,  being swallowed up by waves, sun rays  laughing at my drowning. There’s an…

honey

The only sweet he knows is saccharine, too cloying to be of honey but enough to satiate that bud of masochism low in her stomach. It works out for them that way, when they're teetering on the edge. The grand finale; showing how careful he is by hitting hard enough until cream skin is stained…

the sin, the sin

Curiosity has always given me a strange fulfillment. There’s nothing particularly spontaneous about curiosity, isn’t that right? There’s just something about it that draws you near, like the flicker of a flame, the slide of a palm against slick skin. It entices you, makes your breathing heavy, it makes you want. It fills you up…

Éloa

There’s beauty in the things untold; the things that you fear, can’t see.  Those minuscule possessions that one might find mundane, but you look at it as if it’s a temple. Housing pictures of burnished eyes, a mahogany casing that holds a cocoon of idolatry. That taste of piety something only the gods sing of, but it…

reverie

    I don’t write the way I used to, and maybe that’s the problem. All these words have suddenly been flowing in my mind and they’re gone before I can even get them written down. It happens at the most mundane times, times when my hands are not ready- washing dishes, taking the dog for a walk, cleaning the…

problems- ready

  I could have loved you But you- you felt the need to erase me. You made it so I never even existed and So I never even existed. All it took was a little neglect; A spill from your lips, was all it took for me to be scraped out. I hated you soon…

temples

  they always come in twos two devils keen on ruining me And  they are so sweet  So willing are those brutes to drown me in beseech  make my body a temple for sin licking crimson across my skin  

musing.

  I've been working on getting my book together lately, I don’t know who it’s for anymore. If it’s for you or for me. These doubts keep constantly piling up in my mind. One would think after this long I’d grow fond of my own poetry, but it seems my mind is a trivial thing. She…

circles

  wednesday finds me easily enough  pitted between wanting and wanted  you used to be nearer   so much closer than you are now   it is a pity you’ve gone around  not much further than before  you never wait long  sometimes you wait too long  but we always end up back here    

halves

  you bud like spring leaves  graupel on the tips of tongues  returning in six  

20/20

    Some of you watched that 8 minutes and 46 second video   without even blinking an eye.  Sat there with a smile on your face-  one less animal to worry about, you say. Yet we go into these streets, holding signs and voicing our lives-  They’re going to kill me.  My stomach hurts.  I…

Conversations With Four & Five

I have daughters who look up to you as if you’re some dashing hero Your godlike prowess doesn’t stop you from killing us- it doesn’t hide the fact you’re terrified   Five and four and I have to be the one to tell them that they don’t like us because We are Black   Their…