Poems from The Bird
She smiles glass shards, spilling from her tongue
I do not smile back, blood spilling from my mouth
Neither of us swallows back our...
We asked for quiet
You gave us the hell
We tried to sell to you.
We hoped you wouldn’t notice
The repackaged present
We tossed at...
The bricks of this house are all red
Scarlet blood dripping from their mouths
Into my ears and pooling on my tongue
I spit up red, paint...
I hold it in my scarlet palms
My bleeding fingertips dripping
A shriveled black with a faint beat
Once vibrantly alive through the ripping...
Black threads of ink
Hold weary souls
Forlorn poems
Crestfallen prose
Endless decay
Begets veneers
Through tight-lipped mouths
Of harsh...