15.
I have turned Elliot's bed into an
island
just for me
and her
and the dog
she brings me fruit
cut in small pieces
pomegranate seeds piled high
to encoruage me
I burst them between my teeth
clench my jaw
crushing what was once pretty
was once beautiful
was once
I was once
was once
now I am very little
I exist in white sheets
and drawn curtains
Elliot leaning over me
whispering
please Ava
please just come outside
its lovely out
I burrow deeper
let the dark overtake me
a tidal wave I welcome
beneath an ocean of
sleep tugging at me
I let go
I fall
I was once
A/N: if you like this, you may like my little book of prose (found poems, spoken word, random bits and bobs) and it would mean very much if you checked that out. So yeah. Thank you. Hope you're liking Bloom, Shifting.
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Bloom, Shifting
PoetryElliot. The name sits on my tongue, melting as if it were sugar. Elliot. I hold that sweet name in my mouth all the way home, mouthing it to the darkness. She moves to the city to learn how to write. She trades redwoods for skyscrapers and...
