/Fire at the Hem//

Orchestrated fire at the hem of my slip
This burning is masterpiece

Savage and sonnet in its soot-
Don't touch me because I'll linger in your bones

They will smell me all over you
My bitter and sweet becoming ghost on your lips

Haunting your attempts at relationships
Giving other women faults that look like me

Why you make altar of my memory?
Couldn't even praise-love me when my mouth and spirit held you

Ain't you contradiction and hypocritical?
Had to feel the frost to appreciate the fire

Had to walk to appreciate how I lifted you
how I taught you flight in a world heavy with gravity

Blood all on the concrete calling and claiming new bodies
But you mistreated the shelter and sky in me

Now you out there,
cold world at yo neck

Yearning for savage,
sonnet
and soot

But my slip don't even fit you any more
✍🏿🧠

​➖MYC