i.
flamboyant red orange tint blossoming in the skies, blurred and turned watery by the window's glass. brilliant colours meant to pop out are simply reduced to soft gradients
ii.
i've never fallen in love yet
iii.
hazy mind like it's 3 AM on a saturday and the world is quiet except for the small buzz coming from the tv. netflix is on the screen but my head is nowhere near chill
iv.
i've never fucked yet
v.
fear is everywhere. it's outside my bedroom, out in my lawn, and even in the bed with me. i welcome it with open eyes and an open body
vi.
this hunger is vicious
vii.
the perfumes of arabia dare not sweeten the filth on my fingertips. it shapes mountains and creates rivers
viii.
take their body and eat from it
ix.
camera zooms in: her mouth agape, eyes rolled back. it's cinematically gorgeous
xi.
red fireworks blossom and it's not the fourth of july
xii.
i have only ever written my theories and hypothetical stories of sex on paper
xiii.
next time, i'll make sure the experiments are written on flesh
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I, Girl
Poetryi am my own god, my own spirit, my own prayer. -- a complete series of 44 poems concerning girlhood, dread, and catholic guilt.
