Shrouded // Holy Delicacies // Brittle Bones (3 poems)
Three poems published by Rose Quartz Journal
August 14, 2018
I’ve been living in a world of blanketed screens film shrouding like a veil; how do I tell my body that we are done now we can begin to feel again the whisper of your touch on bare skin, serene & pimpled goose flesh plucked of feathers- stolen wings but still I will soar.
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I am holy like the / most / delicate / cheese –
Eat me whole / then spit me out / skin and bones / undigested.
I already told you / once before, / my womanhood
is a delicacy / you cannot / afford.
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Last night my bones became brittle, obsequious to your every desire…
I felt them tremble within, a vibrating skeleton of pearls.
Watch me glimmer for you, contort into
whoever you want me to be,
whatever skeletal shape I am intended to be
in your eyes nothing