I keep your name as a password still, a quiet glitch in my free will. Four numbers, two letters, the month that we met—
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
There’s a lost and found inside my chest, a box behind the ribs, where all the almosts and not-quites go with half-chewed ticket stubs.
Floating in a sea of disbelief Itching for relief Stripped of every belief I once held dear Bereaved of my self Shucking the sleeve of my former reality
By Atomic Historian2 months ago in Poets
My inbox has a small, dim country called Drafts— unmailed letters, half-born thoughts, whole lives I almost chose and didn’t.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
I’m slipping—losing track of things you said I’ve never been a fan of long goodbyes Sometimes I think it’s better that you’re dead
By Paris Rosemont3 months ago in Poets
I built a fire escape for my thoughts on the back of my mind like a wall, iron-rung ladder of midnight doubts where the loudest worries crawl.
There is a spare chair at my table that I set like an altar for the life that hasn’t arrived yet. I put a plate there sometimes,
My chest is a library for all the things I didn’t say. ◆ The big confessions sit on the highest shelves, hardcovers with dust jackets
I’ve put my heart on airplane mode more times than I admit, a tiny switch of self-defense that feels like choosing “quit.”
The tree is lit, and the stockings are hung Though this year there’s one less up on the wall * Your absence is felt every day, especially today
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash3 months ago in Poets
Silver is my favourite metal. It is not brash like gold; I like its blueness and its clarity. Circles are my favourite shape.
By Rachel Deeming3 months ago in Poets
I own a jacket just for storms that start inside the phone, a second skin I keep for bad news, heavy and overgrown. It hangs beside the door like rain that never learned to fall.
