She leaned further over the dashboard the closer we got to the barricade, where three guards in green toted guns that should have been too heavy. Their faces remained hard as we approached.
"Let me do the talking," I told her.
"They're going to let us in, right?" she asked, the hope draining from her face.
"They have to, but I know how these guys are. I'll make sure we get in as soon as possible."
She nodded. "I trust you."
We stopped shy of the doors, and a guard took a spot at each side of the car. I put the windows down and they scanned our eyes, and when the beep produced was satisfactory, the third guard approached my side.
"Yo
somewhere between his
gasping green eyes
there is the lip print
of a woman he doesn't remember.
she doesn't exist to him anymore,
but to me she is a
bloodstain that won't wash clean,
the black X's slashed into my calendar.
so when he comes home,
I
grab him by the tie
and
slam him to the wall
and
kiss him
hard
until the press of my lips
defiles the grave of
a girl who once
thought he was beautiful.
stardust in the sheets. by littleblueraccoon, literature
Literature
stardust in the sheets.
tonight I'm gonna
pull down the sky,
throw it into my bed,
and strip it naked.
but I'll make it slow
and quiet.
I'll add just enough
warm touch
to make it seem sincere,
breathe in just enough life
to make it feel secure.
I'll whisper that I love it
and hold it tight, tight, tight
before I turn away from it,
let it memorize my back
as I fall into
dreamless sleep.
things to take to college by MisfitableGrae, literature
Literature
things to take to college
1. between the two of us, we have eaten miles
of pavement, we have spent months pressing
the same four wheels into the ground.
whenever you need to, follow those tracks again.
they will lead you back home.
2. there are songs i only figured out how to sing
with you beside me. even now, the words
sound awkward in my throat.
the notes are wrong. i’m not sure what makes
something sacred, but words like that
i only know how to sing with a quiet
reverence i can’t seem to find anymore.
3. i am good at writing poems that convince
people to stay. i don’t know how to write
a poem to someone that i know is going to leave
no matter
a list of things colleges don't want to know by MisfitableGrae, literature
Literature
a list of things colleges don't want to know
1. i have a cactus named atticus that i bought
on the day i thought i was going to die,
and i never forget to water it, not
even when i forget how it feels
to breathe without my lungs rebelling
against my brain.
2. sometimes talking feels like walking on gravel
in a Georgian summer heat.
i try to keep talking anyway,
and hope that eventually
my voice will lose its softness and grow calluses.
3. once, a man whistled at me
outside of a grocery store from
the safety of his car.
four years later, i still haven’t stopped looking
over my shoulder.
4. i drive too fast and i take turns too sharply
and i never put enough sugar
in my tea
i.
Anna collected stardust
like pennies, except
pennies are worth something.
ii.
Claire had ink
running through her veins; dead,
from an unsterilized needle.
iii.
Robin had birdbones
strung together on windchimes.
iv.
Sarah’s eyes were always
to the sky, and never
on me.
v.
Lizbeth took my breath away
with every punch to the stomach.
vi.
Rosalie had too many things
in her ribcage; emotional adrenaline
triggered her arrhythmia.
vii.
Emily left me
for a boy with starrier freckles.
viii.
I am one cat away
from a stereotype, or one girl
closer to a happy ending.
Collection of poetic nothings. by DearPoetry, literature
Literature
Collection of poetic nothings.
We were opal Tuesdays,
mosaic butterflies
tattooed into the
rose garden curve
of my vertebrae,
gliding me through this wild youth.
But, like Icarus—
I was a sky conqueror
& these silk wings
touched the sun.
-
My inhalations are heavy,
like the earth he bruises
beneath his fingertips
as I chase silence.
"You've got a tongue
made for words." He says
against the arrogant thorns
of my briar spine.
"Learn to love yourself."
-
How do I say I love you
without saying I love you?
"I want to replace my heart with you."
-
You are spider silk woven
into my harvest moon
heartstrings, spider
limbs traveling this road map
of s
She replaces her wrists
with the sharp thorns
of roses and slurred
don't-touch-me's
-
as she speaks
in an old tongued
language that whispers
de
cipher
me.
-
She collects stars
on her knuckles,
& her dust eyes
are sad moon nebulas
starved for love.
-
But, the kisses
she sinks into the curve
of her lover's ribcage
by night, warm that
supernova heart.