Thank you so much to all of my followers! There are now a thousand of you beautiful people who take time to read my stuff every once in a while and that’s pretty swaggie. I love you all.- a.v.
And here it is: I write you like a bullet in the gut.
I write you like you’ve always felt, like a weeping wound,
like something I know won’t heal right.
I write you like crooked stitches, like numbing shots,
like dents in my kneecap bones.
I write you furious, I write you writhing,
and I remember all the nights I spent wrapped up in you
like some damn stupid girl who didn’t know any better,
because I was the fight, the blood,
the sweat and grind.
Because you were the powder, the warning,
the match all aching to blow.
Because I was a damn stupid girl
who didn’t know any better.
I write you spitting out tobacco juice
on the dusty country road of our youth.
I write you all hands, all breath, all fingernails.
All gates, all chains, all iron bars.
All these dreams about your face, all these broken nights,
all the ways I’ve spent my life
trying to get rid of you.
You — all drug-addled, brow-beaten,
Me — all stop. All no. All
please, please, please.
i don’t think there’s any better compliment than das not comprehending actual tags on your poem tbh
heldinhishands said: I’m on mobile so I can’t search myself; I was wondering if you had a link to this challenge? I would really appreciate it!
It’s right here!
Was I ever really your daughter? is a true story, actually. It was for the poetry challenge my friend and I made, and I think the prompt was for someone you wish you knew— I wrote about my biological mother, since I’m adopted and never knew her. Thanks, lovebug! I really appreciate it.- a.v.