𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖒
Category: Poems

i am everything 

yet still at the same time empty 

i am mother to every one of my children in this world 

yet i do not claim them

i do not show my stretch marks,

my proof of their egress

these lines in my skin do not run 

i remain perfect

unstained

without flaw 

and blinding. 

i am messy;

and bright 

and loud

i do not hold my breath, but rather let myself breathe and heave and gasp and cough and be alive with no consequences of the word 

i am sharp and saturated i am screaming at your eyes, 

burning your corneas but further you look at the wrecked scene, 

knowing you will go blind if you look at the sun, 

yet still, you gaze, stare, and gape at my pointed flamed edges

hidden away in the corner of your page

i am crashing

i am a bang 

and i am deafening. 

i am nothing 

yet still, i am everything

i am the puddle of mixed watercolors in 3rd-grade elementary class

the product of an unlucky student trying to make purple 

or orange

or green

hidden beneath crumpled papers

redos 

and try agains

i am eyes shut 

i am the inside of a closed fist

sweaty and shaking 

i am 

i am

i am