In love with life and all of its foibles.
A most beautiful girl child So stunning, it was low-key Generally assumed by all She was fey Rich, dark eyes Elven features
By Aspen Marie 11 months ago in Poets
Wren sits beside me Listening patiently to my composition Our shared love of tornadoes Inspired him to write his own
When was gentleness Labeled a weakness What entity decided control and restraint Lacked anything Beyond brute force I have witnessed first hand
A strange psychedelic experience Opened a portal This Psilocybin key unlocked A previously shuttered window I was unaware
I wish I was brown sugar Sweet foundation Of every baked good Worth eating Soft, pliable Sparkling grains Catching the light
“Creator, show me how good it can get” Tyana shares her mantra with me I observe my chosen sister shape her life From humble beginnings
This feisty girl Lives down the block Her pure stubborn fire A perfect character foil To my son’s easy river flow Here everyday, in my house
This feeling of my ribs stuck to my hips Fused by fear Diaphragm paralysis Bracing for impact Holding my breath For weeks now
By Aspen Marie 12 months ago in Poets
Standards and roles My neighbour says She will enforce No apology for making a boy Feel scared Treating him like a predator
Trigger warning: Postpartum depression In a giant washing machine Tumbling, bruising Do your best Not to drown In six inches of water
I once shook a hand Belonging to an ordinary man With an ordinary face Adorned in a plain button shirt And brown leather loafers
Poverty’s bruising fingerprints Mock sensitive flesh With indelible mark-making A most despicable artist This menace follows everywhere I tread
