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Poem FIVE. The final poem in the series and I’m a lil saddened but during the preparation my body knew that it was coming to an end. I had plans to write more but as the words poured out of me last night, I knew I had written enough. In the past week, I’ve been fighting with my arthritis and I found it peculiar that I was having this pain while I was writing this specific poem.
Bones. Maybe my arthritis is more than what I assume it to be and I felt every word that I wrote. Shamelessly reveal mental and emotional distress. Collect and accept the parts of me that will never be mended. Anchor myself when life wants to toss me around. Protect myself because everyone doesn’t deserve the best parts of me. Time is a stingy bitch - don’t waste it. Suffering doesn’t last forever. Whew!
Let me know which poem(s) you liked the most and your favorite lines.
other reads…
All FIVE poems right here for you!
heavy body...muscles
Undress my outer flesh to reveal fibrous blood orange texture, entwined threads that were once woven to perfection.
heavy body...organs
We blew midnight blues through ash-colored rings, chain smoke with our speculations on who’s burning their end of the bridge first, or execute in tandem because our loyalty is compromised and we might fail together.
Thanks for reading my shit. I love you.
peace.
alex b.
Did you write this with me in your heart cuz babyyy the way it resonates. I love your writing style. This one felt like a song.
"bundle sticks and stones to support brittle bones"
"sob at the unsightly vacancy where my heart used to be"
Love it, Alex.
Hard as bone
(in a non erotic way jic lol)