Poems from macfmck
Red ink flowed from my pubescent wrists
like a waterfall, leaving behind bumps
of braille on my skin, an incomprehensible
story of self...
I inhale the thick ghosts
until they rattle in my lungs
and haunt the hallways
of my throat, their foggy
arms tickling a cough
from their...
According to physics,
the force tension in the noose
around my neck is equal to the force
of gravity, 556 newtons, pulling down
on my...
Their coarse edges will never flutter
like my nomadic mind—
the wayfarer
that renders me claustrophobic
in my bumpy skin, stained by...
Grow up loving the way
a mother loves her baby’s 305
bones, curled up inside
the canopy of her stomach,
swaddled in amnion.
Grow up...