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猫の群れが降った

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Ikegami Yoriyuki

[gbyemyluv]

in a sentimental mood

unfortunately, the hickey you left on my neck when you last came to visit has faded away. i lie awake at unholy hours, picturing your face half covered by a blanket, cheek pressed to my pillow your hair a halo around your head and my heart sighs at the thought. we will have shed a whole body’s worth of skin by the time we next see one another, meaning our touches will be as if they are the first all over again.

[gbyemyluv]

09/04/19

Staring out the 6th floor library window

At the early April blizzard that has decided to grace us with its presence

I feel as though I live every day the same

Like a dream you can’t wake up from

Hundreds of windows stare back, dusted with powder, containing the hearts the city does not want me to see

[gbyemyluv]

a sonnet about my broken ankle

no longer through the city each night i lope

silent streets, cold wind in my hair.

the unbridled sense of a new days hope,

sun reflected on the windows warm and fair

instead i lie awake all night

when tired shadows cross my face

And fill me with a burning spite

For if I could, around I’d pace

Through crowds that bustle in the city

Ears catching the twill of a morning lark

While strangers regard me with deep pity

I stumble through the park

Instead I am rooted to my bed

Imagining the world from inside my head

[gbyemyluv]

they took 30 staples from my ankle

and let me see the intricate bruising

that decorate my calves

distant memories from a fortnight ago

of staring up into hospital hallway lights

at 3 in the morning

[gbyemyluv]

i wash my hair with the rainwater collected in the basin on the balcony, only after being lapped at by the moon for one whole night, feel a shiver down my spine from the coldness, remind myself that everything i do is for a reason

[gbyemyluv]

it’s 2 in the morning on

Friday the 13th, i heard

the door slam from my

neighbours apartment

this time of year the air

is so cool and i wish you

could come visit while i

am at school

we’d walk

in the garden and look

at the moonlight, i’d feel

like my whole life could

last in this one night

but

that is a dream cause my

ankle is broken, we are

separated by fields and

words not unspoken

[gbyemyluv]

early morning bike rides, the sun already

beating down on my shoulders

skin rubbed raw at the end of each day

the water that trickles down the drain

a different colour every day

depending on the house we paint

standing on a ladder 30 feet off the ground,

feeling like if the wind caught

just right

i could soar over the entire neighbourhood

[gbyemyluv]

summer worms it’s way into my temples,

leaving a heat headache that lingers around my head like a cloud

i am a faint spectre that drifts

down the sleepy streets,

pulled along by the warm wind

forever i will be the woman

in the dress, looking over my shoulder

standing on your front porch

[gbyemyluv]

i haven’t used this blog in a while but i’m gonna post some stuff

[gbyemyluv]

mother's girls, up with only the moon to bare their brow the startling chill of knees on hardwood floor, late into the summer when it gets cool at night a dying creature lays below the stove, clattering against the metal, a clanging like the bells at midnight a sign, go back to bed, it says still wet hair braided down your back, reaching an arm underneath bravely for the nights when you slept on the couch and awoke to the rising sun you grip its cold tail and begin to tug it from beneath its hiding place eyes hidden under the veil of sleep present a horrific image past dark your house becomes someone else's, something else's murky figures run across the lawn, dart across the lake like sparks you will never be certain of what it is you saw that night

[gbyemyluv]

Hum

Red buzzing in your teeth as you curl on the couch and listen to the sounds of fans in the room over

I am worried of water dripping down the wallpaper, making it peel, my eyelids mesh to keep out the rumble of thunder

Distant noise, maybe a gunshot, maybe just your imagination again, dig your fingernails into the page of a paperback novel and hope you do not choke on your tongue

We would run through the forest at night, had to go quick so they eyes of the woods wouldn't see us, holding hands in a chain, the type of laughter you make when you are frightened

The roof lifts off and floats away into the clouds leaving the cyclone to suck you up, flannel pajamas rustling as you are lifted

[gbyemyluv]

icarus melted and i did too

i would send you the sun beams from my chest if it meant we could eat sandwiches on the island again

feeling the curl in my stomach as i swam in an unknown water

since i was young i have found it difficult not to blow away in the wind for others

how could it be wrong when you feel like a million feathers floating with that fuzzy sensation in your heart?

[gbyemyluv]

bite down and feel it scratch at your gums in that perfect pain middle ground where you so often find yourself in

you lead screaming banshees through the fog they see only you in the storm a hand and an ear and a nose and those fucking mangled hands

when you exhale fire you feel powerful even though your tongue is left caked in ashes

you hate your anger like i hate myself

it anchors us to the bottom of the ocean we are unable to be moved by the waves it will be like this until the end of time

[gbyemyluv]

omen

three black hens settle onto the roof

i cannot help but love the feeling of

weary bones settling down for their

big sleep

feel an ache that feels like winter

winds pulling your eyes over the

sky as she takes your wrist in her

warm hands

water balanced on eyelids is not

the dream i would like but im sure

its what i would end up recieving

from you

[gbyemyluv]

going through a weird patch with my writing, ill be back eventually for now im very busy thank you for all of your kind messages i keep them with me wherever i go

[gbyemyluv]

and now from the back of the theatre

i would like to be angry, just like her because we both know that meekness has soaked into our bones yet would do anything to conjure knee shaking or boot quaking but we are not angry, as water does not fall upwards and so we live on im not sure if i could ever fill myself with as much hatred as him when i say him multiple men come to mind but all have the same red tongue and leave a sinking feeling in my spine he is across the table, eyes always inspecting, waiting for the moment when i fuck up he is hidden behind his smile, he will not hesitate to abandon me once he realizes who i truly am he is a static voice through a phone, pleading for a closeness that cannot be achieved i was born under a sign that meant orange and hellfire but ended up being the sand beneath your feet i don't know how she trusts him but i wish i could love someone that way where you swallow water for them and smile, even when your lungs feel like they're overflowing i hate that i write poetry about angry men