Poems from SweetCultist
I lie in bed every night,
The guilt seeps into my dreams,
Someday they'll catch you,
And I'll be waiting,
Gripping smoldering justice,...
What light lives inside you?
A message, like a neck I might graze,
Harder than cider to the tip of my tongue,
Skin terracotta, and glance...
Pressed to glass, like fine China,
A face I thought at once I knew,
The wonder years are all behind her,
Ripped apart and birthed anew.
...
I ripped my heart from my chest, as I am apt to do;
"Do you believe in God?" Does "God" believe in you?
I wasn't raised a Catholic, but I...
Why don't you stand up,
And address the class, since you're so keen
On starting offhand conversations?
Austerity catapults into
Catalogs...