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Maime
The hardest
stories come
from empty
homes
finding a
throat forced
into swallowing
black stars
in cesspools
we claim to
be oceans,
hitting bottoms
of empty glasses
as strange places
turn into lullabies
we cannot sing
hoping
black stars
greet you
in collision
to guide
you back
home.
Published 30th May 2023
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30th May 2023 1:22am
That was simply....stunning.
" In cesspools, we claim to be oceans" - brilliant
I so very much look forward to your poetry.
" In cesspools, we claim to be oceans" - brilliant
I so very much look forward to your poetry.
30th May 2023 6:29pm
Hi there Neves.
I’ve got a feeling you know what it’s like to hit rock bottom to find the clarity, even in the bad stuff. ST 2 was stunning in its visceral descriptions of such darkness.
I think what I like about your poetry is you remind us that you don’t need to be a flowery overlord in order to pack a punch. Appreciate that.
Thanks for sharing
-M
I’ve got a feeling you know what it’s like to hit rock bottom to find the clarity, even in the bad stuff. ST 2 was stunning in its visceral descriptions of such darkness.
I think what I like about your poetry is you remind us that you don’t need to be a flowery overlord in order to pack a punch. Appreciate that.
Thanks for sharing
-M
