seashell's Letters
Hello love.
I hope this finds you at a good time.Â
I hope the space you take up in my chestÂ
Is covered in cherry blossomsÂ
And all the love you were never given.
I promise this won’t take long.
The place you now rest in my ribcage,
woven together with vines and fauna,
is my favorite place to find my strength.
I hope you know, the day I lost you,…read more
I am afraid that every poem in my bonesÂ
will become a sickle cell diseaseÂ
I cannot cure.Â
An ocean of passion and fervency
I’ll keep clotted in my veins.
The kindest protest of this gift
would be if it kills me.Â
I am afraid that every drop of ink I pour from my veins,
every page I dirty with my vengeful wordsÂ
and every warm honeys…read more