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
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
I let it sit
and learn time does stop
– 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..
pulled us apart
before we were flesh.
– sheila c.
it’s hot as a goddamned sauna and thick sweat is collecting where my thighs graze
I’m talking to myself in a beige room, lightly dressed and fully faded..
lord, I don’t have the energy to drag a moist toilette across my face to remove my make up
much less feel like everything is a chasm
i just.. I just wanted to get to know him so bad! i hid everything and now it’s all gushing over
why does everything have to be so fucking entrenched in EMOTION
I’m desperate for a second of nonchalance
im never going to know peace
– Sheila C