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.
corner store lights
like pulsing life blood
in the field
one car
and one
good morning
that shutters curtains
yeah, yesterday is definitely over
but you defiantly swivel
towards your beacon
hoping your fever goes down
and that little bite
under your eyelids
that says
stay open
stays open
standing here
for a moment
that’s not the sun
a headlight maybe
there’s not much difference
propel your body forward
with the notion
of saying grace
prolonging the exhale
draining the fragile joy
that gives you claws
in beige corridors
and beige walls
with beige persons
you manage a polite mumble
and crack the glass
open
you’re open
stay open
let the brightness
be your golden.
– sheila c
sheila sea 