SkinI like your skin visceral,Skin by Scarlettletters
dirty with meaning -
a rampant offering
to the night.
I want your lips stuttering,
sounds feral and damp -
cleaving to my chest.
Just peel me, angel -
let those tender wings
bruise these bones
and send me
I Imagine MaybeI reached the amber crossing covered up in fernI Imagine Maybe by nawkaman
where once you chased dusk with pages from my chapbook;
told me everything you'd ever known came from a canvas
or a poet's soul and your voice was trembling with questions
you never asked
the river ran parallel, streaking
through a moment that never materialized.
I am currently a college student studying English Literature/Creative Writing & Japanese Language. I love writing, it is one form of expression that I know I am at least decent at. While I don't necessarily want to make a career out of (creative) writing I still want to honor the art form and my engagement in it. |
On this account, I will showcase my original written works (poetry/prose) and some amatuer photography.