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In case my phone goes kaput. - Jassal - 09-12-2018
These are super short poems I wrote when I couldn’t sleep. My phone is old so I’m paranoid it’ll die and I’ll lose them. Idk if mention of blood is enough to warrant a mature tag but let me know if I need to edit.
Her knuckles crush into my jaw with the violence of a car wreck and I swear my blood spells out love on the hot cement.
I said I had healed. I told them all that I had outgrown that tired husk.
I lied, I lied, I lied.
Every day, I pray for your misery. Every day I gnash my teeth in anticipation. Your downfall will fill this gnarled heart and I will choke on my own blood and laughter.
They told me that holding on to all my anger like this was just like grasping a hot coal. I’m going to swallow every bit of these embers and keep them burning inside me like a wildfire. I want to breathe ink black smog and spit ash while it churns inside me. I want the flames to flourish up the walls of my belly and tear down every inch of me you knew. I’m starving for the day I rebuild this body, slick and sharp like volcanic glass. You’ve never witnessed anything as magnificent as this. And you never will.
His mouth finds hers in a kiss like mercy in the middle of the hangman’s noose, like the circumference of his desire is too great.