Watch the World Burn // Melting Wax (2 poems)

August 22, 2018

 

 Two poems published by Collective Unrest

August 22, 2018

 

 

Watch the World Burn

 

 

When the world around you 

is burning, 

how do you strike a match 

to create your own flame?

How do you burn bright 

amidst the coal-black 

soot that has come to 

cover us all like Vesuvius 

raining down on those in Pompeii? 

We now lie petrified, 

afraid to move, 

afraid to speak, 

afraid.

Afraid of everything 

we worked for and fought 

against has come to rise again 

and we fear for

the fate of our humanity. 

Yet we refuse to fade 

or let our flames extinguish- 

they burn bright 

amidst the hatred, 

shedding light on all that still 

must be changed. 

As women rush to closets with 

twisted wire necks of 

coathangers like claws 

clutched in hand; 

as babies scream 

for parents at the border, 

ripped from solid security 

of those who birthed them; 

as men stand tall and women shrink;

colors begin to morph in meaning... 

What will become of your flame? 

When cages are meant for 

people and locks 

are kept without keys, who 

do you answer to? 

Who is the gatekeeper? 

Where will you be 

when the destruction of 

basic human nature 

is complete 

and we fall back 

in time to a dark place 

we said "never again" but 

it's far too similar for comfort 

and the terror is 

a national hum, 

a vibration linking us, 

palatable. 

 

 

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Melting Wax 

 

 

When I gaze at my reflection 

all hips and thighs 

bulge around my middle

perfect pink pussy

grabbable and ready

scars and bruises 

across skin

 

I am a clay doll

molded by fingers 

of men.

 

I do not see 

what I should-

all woman;

a little battered 

by hands of time 

upon her skin 

but defined and 

hourglass slim.

 

You are a woman,

I say to the one 

staring back.

She smiles-

She knows it.

 

Eyes glisten and spark

lightning against sky 

breasts firm and perky

twenty-five years

spent growing

into this woman

 

hips and thighs 

promise sturdy,

sexy strength and power

hidden beneath curves,

an electrical current 

flowing through veins 

super-charged 

Ready to ignite 

 

The calm before the storm

is electricity flickering in her eyes. 

I feel the charge racing off her skin, 

live wires if I brush with fingertips 

send me buzzing along with her. 

Soaring through the night, 

becoming one with the 

lightning and thunder. ⚡️

 

I am everything 

I have become 

because of my mother,

my sisters spread far 

across borders 

Time stretched thin 

like a candlewick 

burning low

melting wax.

 

 

 

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