Sunlight kisses
my eyes,
slanting
through lobby windows
across old furniture
and yellow-and-green carpet.
and mare's tails,
drifting,
whisper of more good to come -
dry days are ahead.
I see you and I see light
making these simple things
out of darkness
and when the sun kisses my eyes
I want to kiss it back,
and I do,
with head full
of words
and eyes richly speaking.
You've said things I remember
and don't
and I've said things I remember
and don't
but I remember most when words
stopped and
our language
was spoken through
light beams and darkness.
this Daisy is a Wolf in disguise by seaboundstars, literature
Literature
this Daisy is a Wolf in disguise
when I asked why wolves
howl they told me
Daisy, can you not hear it?
can you not hear the moon
howling first?
"you are strong, but you
could be stronger"
is the mantra they burden me,
a seven year old, with.
kite strings embellished
with blood keep me dependent
they ask - "what is one more
betrayal? one more death?"
it is nothing when I am
fourteen and twice
as dead as the women next to me.
but I am not dead.
not yet, because they wrench
back God's hand from my body.
at twenty-one my waves
spill into the bloodied ocean
and I can finally
hear the moon's howl.