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burnt-caramel pale-coffee sepia girl with midnight-black eyes and charcoal hair
all curled into a messy bun with strands dangling over like sleeping hurricanes
and black clothes that hang off a body that curves corners and has barely any sharp edges;
parabolas and hyperbolas constitute this girl with smeared eyeliner and
lips the darkest shade of maroon. pretty girl with tired angry eyes and a nice smile
and an easy laugh and tears that come on demand. she is poseidon when she is sobbing
because oceans run down her face, her heart is hades and her ribcage, the underworld.
there is thunder in her eyebrows and lightning in her eyes and tornadoes in her thighs
she falls in love with strangers like aphrodite’s favourite game, boys and girls
stand aligned and she makes them into poetry even when she does not love them
because her world is a sky and she likes constellating her daydreams to organise them.
she is awkward and hyperactive and she tastes like stardust as it sediments
yet she breaks weather forecasts, and this isn’t why storms are named after people,
oh, darling, no. this is why she looks in the mirror and sees the stone cold face
of zeus.
all curled into a messy bun with strands dangling over like sleeping hurricanes
and black clothes that hang off a body that curves corners and has barely any sharp edges;
parabolas and hyperbolas constitute this girl with smeared eyeliner and
lips the darkest shade of maroon. pretty girl with tired angry eyes and a nice smile
and an easy laugh and tears that come on demand. she is poseidon when she is sobbing
because oceans run down her face, her heart is hades and her ribcage, the underworld.
there is thunder in her eyebrows and lightning in her eyes and tornadoes in her thighs
she falls in love with strangers like aphrodite’s favourite game, boys and girls
stand aligned and she makes them into poetry even when she does not love them
because her world is a sky and she likes constellating her daydreams to organise them.
she is awkward and hyperactive and she tastes like stardust as it sediments
yet she breaks weather forecasts, and this isn’t why storms are named after people,
oh, darling, no. this is why she looks in the mirror and sees the stone cold face
of zeus.
Literature
Embers
When is a monster,
A jagged, broken thing,
Not a monster?
A taunt.
You could break the beast.
She sinks into his sheets,
Waiting.
The bed smells like a long day’s work.
Wavering in the doorway,
He knows iron and marble,
Hears no breath but the bellows,
His voice a lantern, searching in a mine.
She’s never seen anything like him.
Her thunderous heart rolls under whitest dress.
When is a monster
Not a monster?
Soot smudges cheeks,
calloused fingers cradle sea-soft swells,
Her skin flushes molten gold.
And
He trembles,
A bent-winged sparrow.
Her darling mountain man,
Deep doe eyes,
Taut muscle beneath burnished s
Literature
mythology
When they ask us how long we've been something, I want us to reply with an
i n f i n i t y
sign,
To say that our tattoos won't last as long as us,
That even Rome fell but we will not.
We dug up Cupid's grave and he belongs to us now;
(Venus keeps asking for him back.)
We are our own religion,
And I've never believed in anything quite so strongly.
I'd call you the sun, but it'll burn out eventually;
Sol can do nothing to stop his own demise.
(Not even Neptune can drown us.)
Literature
this poem is worth $3.27
who says you don't get paid for poetry?
i'm getting paid eleven fifty four
to sit in the corner of a building,
red detroit diesel rusting,
meters fussing.
automotive, loco-motion and motives,
h building buzzing,
my brain lame and lusting
for romance; melancholic motor
i'm running in place,
pumping my lungs
leaning towards failure,
tripping on cables and wires.
cables and fables
(because they don't exist)
wired and exhausted,
my bloodshot eyes
are flossed with lights,
that my eyelids
can't protect me from.
i don't smile enough
and i won't cry a lot
because my sadness
is no longer an event.
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written on 7.7.2016//
© a-girl-named-divine
© a-girl-named-divine
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Oh my, yes. Mythology and mathematics and meteorology and names for colors that should be their actual names.
YES
And, also:
" boys and girls
stand aligned and she makes them into poetry even when she does not love them "
Literally writing goals, Divvy.
YES
And, also:
" boys and girls
stand aligned and she makes them into poetry even when she does not love them "
Literally writing goals, Divvy.