August
August 3, 2023
August smells like the sun and tastes like regret
August talks loudly, but has nothing new to say
August punches me in the gut and covers my bruise with a sunflower
Category: poetry
6:30
May 10, 2022
It’s half past six
the sun is already up,
the birds are singing.
It’s half past six
you sit up next to me and say “hello mommy”
who knew life could be this great.
Fear
May 4, 2022
I’ve never felt fear like this,
not when I was trapped and the earth was spinning around me.
Not when I thought her heart stopped beating in my womb.
Not when my lungs were filling up with water.
What i fear now is greater
because it hasn’t happened yet,
because maybe it never will
because what i fear most is the fear i could one day feel.
mad
May 2, 2022
The corners of my mind are empty,
there’s nothing to fear anymore.
Is this how a mad man feels?
Weightless and free.
I thought I was wrong, spiraling in the night,
but maybe it was you who was lost, blinded
by sunlight.
pebble
May 1, 2022
My love is a pebble thrown away
by your shaky hand.
My innocence covered in dirt,
hidden away in the grass.
SLAVIC GIRL 