Poems from thomastho
I really wanted my poetry to be more than just flowers and butterflies, but I mostly write like someone who has nothing but flowers and butterflies.
I’ve learned to fear wanting too many things.
The selfishness I’ve harboured as a child has melted from a stain to just a bruise.
The...
Am I to remain unmoved by how she cries in her sleep?
How do I keep my doubt at bay,
pin down curiosity towards those dreams?
Whose death...
I feel uneven,
Like the water sodden windowsills in my childhood home--
The floors have been warped by piss-fed mold.
I can neither walk...
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Like a mystic, he lifted me by my flexing throat
And read my blood for signs of death.
Morse code against my neck told how I was to die.
I...
I braided together the necks of three cranes-
Circumventing my crooked womb to give birth to
The off-brand limp Cerberus of a modern...