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i don't know how to properly
wrap my love: either
in words
or whips
wrap my love: either
in words
or whips
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first and last (alcoholism)
and i’ll never forget
the time between darks
i was ten
the water bottle in the freezer
(or the one hidden in your purse)
i found and tried to drink
after skiing
and nearly choked, gagged on your addiction
(and it hurt the throat, burned so bad i cried
and hid in the bathroom, sick
understand now i only drink the tap)
and still have told no one.
little lights and far-off music across the (fermented) water,
the sound,
a modern suburban mother’s Gatsby get-together
and before swerving over the double-yellow
and after a near-miss kiss with a road sign
and slurring curses and you dragged
lit
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Winter
I remember winter in
the old stove we huddled at,
an audience of shivering limbs
within cold walls.
There was a desperation to this closeness
that love could never inspire. It glowed
within us, a common flame
we dared not feed, and through
the night we curled in embers
and burned ourselves to sleep.
I could almost remember summer’s
cotton arms, the playfulness
of ocean waves in August. Those dreams
wished to drown us beneath memories
and wishes, but
in the moment before we awoke,
as the tide cried
for me to stay, I always
always swam to shore.
Every morning, I breathed snow-capped
mountains in the air. They were nothing
more th
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thalassophile
Silver light upon the sea
Sharp as scales, they slit the
Morning sun open -
Like a yolk it bleeds, ichor
Spilled thoughtlessly;
Smearing the fish belly white
Morning with a splatter of life.
Golden light upon the sea
Warm as palms, they stroke the
Turbulent blue -
Like a cat it purrs, star-chilled waves
Licking shores;
Tabby pelt flecked with shell white
And the gulls sing once more.
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love.