I can hear the city bellowing outside
and Wednesday is groaning out
a lingering goodbye
I am watching your breath rise,
grateful for the air in your lungs
they sing the sun to me
they sing
and there is no longing here
not now, in this calm
there is only the bliss
etched on your skin;
permeating my own
and the sinking feeling disappearing somewhere within
I pour my hopes into a
thought
I let it sit
and learn time does stop
after all
– sheila c.
I dreamt that the gods picked me out of bed
and shook me violently
they had grown tired of my struggle
and breathed bravery into my lungs
i was not born ready for this
but something has changed
it was desire that made me weak
so I will take those parts you claimed
and build a new fire
a new flame to consume the old
and burn the blame
– Sheila C.
i follow your voice to the morning
and i rise with the small hairs
on the crook of your neck.
i stay there
and sit quietly
with your freckles.
they mirror mine
but i don’t think it’s strange..
someone must’ve
pulled us apart
before we were flesh.
– sheila c.
“A black hole is a place in space where gravity pulls so much that even light can not get out. The gravity is so strong because matter has been squeezed into a tiny space. This can happen when a star is dying.
Because no light can get out, people can’t see black holes. They are invisible.”
this is NASA’s official explanation of a black hole.
silence is much like a black hole.
in a small space inside ourselves is a quiet, pulling in everything we know.
eventually this quiet collapses and leaves us nothing,
not even the memory of a hole.
personally, I like to think of myself as fleshy Tupperware.
sealing in freshness.
hoping for rebirth.
i am leftovers
but I am left over.
this is the kindness of repression.
a sort of light that has found its way out of a black hole.
– sc
sheila sea 