#emmiewrites

[24hrsof-emory]

White flares, pain-bright

seeping into the flesh-veiling of my eyelids.

Black infinities ghost over my head

And,

I make love in grey.

—EmmieW.

[24hrsof-emory]

“I’m pretty sure your house is haunted.” 

“Yeah, the ghosts don’t even pay rent, cheap bastards.”

[24hrsof-emory]

And it makes me feel so much I can’t even breathe

—EmmieW.

[24hrsof-emory]

And I love her. I love her just as the moon loves the gentle-breaking day. I love her endlessly, hopelessly, and perpetually. And I will never let anything hurt her again.

—EmmieW.

[24hrsof-emory]

The tips of my toes are numb. I float away on nothingness. I don’t remember if my body exists anymore.

—EmmieW.

[24hrsof-emory]

Silence, unperturbed

hangs heavy on mortal tongues

while freedom vanishes.

—EmmieW.

[24hrsof-emory]

12.

I write poetry in pen, giving permanence to discarded thoughts. I collect incomplete words and imperfections. Only then can I marvel at the divinity of evolution.

—EmmieW.

[24hrsof-emory]

I write a love letter to an angel. I’m not certain he speaks my language, but it doesn’t matter. The words flood, pool at the back of my tongue like bile. I pen them quickly but not because I’m afraid of forgetting them. Rather, I write them fast because they’ll singe my fingertips if I don’t.

I confess my love to an angel. He doesn’t respond,

EmmieW.