Poems from oliviawaldron
Don't shoot the messenger
Unless she's a woman
Don't shoot the mesenger
Unless her skin has become an invitation
They scream at her
She...
I’ve traced the veins up your arms
The angles of your jaw
The slope of your cheekbones
The basin of your forehead
The curves of your sides...
At night the same nightmare plays over and over. I tell myself that women shouldn’t think, not even alone at night, but the nightmare still...
If I were to write you a eulogy
I would start by saying
You are not dead
I still see you in the mirror
In the smile lines painted ...
I want to be something to give to people.
I want my words I one day write,
to make people feel something.
To be so strong, they feel like...