ABOUT

Celise. 24.

Resident of midnight lines.

Full mouth still tongue.

Fragmented love poet by default.

I collect words.

Fire escape The sun beat in between my shoulders

like carnival drums

I sat still

in hopes that it would help my wings grow

So then I would really be fly.

Chapter 3: First Came Breath

Love promised me an encore.

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    look at you
    you’re so beautiful when you laugh
    at night i swear you look like you could swallow the stars
    or atleast swallow the scars
    and stories of the women who came before you.

    see how your hair torments the sky
    thick curls that blot out the sun
    eclipsing the city into the hue
    of your grandfathers
    midnight skin.

    your father wanted to name you
    after a wet season
    he wanted to explain
    why the rain falls;
    just so that it can taste your skin
    dip into your collar bone
    drip down your shoulder blades
    and on the rare occasions when no one is looking
    and your head is tilted back,
    rush into your open mouth.

    for women like you
    death comes in the body of a lustful man,
    and the earth can’t wait to bury itself
    inside you.

    look at you,
    cloaked in god’s skin.
    only in his name could you exist so bright.

    poem to self. and other insecure women

    Warsan Shire

    (via indulgedinboredom)

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