the nature of this flower is to bloom - poetry

recent poetry written in the aftermath of a break up from an abusive relationship

the page welcomes me like a lover

prose poem about the compulsion i get to write on blank pages!

undergrowth

i was overgrown the wind making tangleknots of my thoughts the weeds curling entrails of past regrets stifling my growth then you came the sharp blades of your righteous anger

ice cream

i can still taste you sweet on my tongue lingering like ice cream when you have licked the cone clear you're like candy the sugar rush of your touch gives me a high

i hate the lonliness of your leaving

I hate the loneliness of your leaving… I hate the loneliness of your leaving the way your eyes will no longer look at me as if already you have forgotten already

scars, for my lover

Scars for my Lover You have left no trace upon my skin and I will not write you there or mark myself like a tribal woman On the inside of my thigh or the indent of my hip