saekhwa: Asian woman with short black hair & arms outspread and text that reads: 'free' (rich man's gun)
shamelessly enjoying who I am ([personal profile] saekhwa) wrote in [community profile] poetry_fiction2011-07-25 09:44 am

July Challenge - Third Week Masterlist

Day 17:
I open the eyes
and they go sick like dogs
with what they have seen.


Day 18:
I sit here on the spike of truth.
No one to hate except the slim fish of memory
that slides in and out of my brain.


Day 19:
I must always forget who one words is able to pick
out another, to manner another, until I have got
something I might have said…


Day 20:
the grass as bristly and stout as chives,
and me wondering when the ground would break,
and me wondering how anything fragile survives;


Day 21:
To love another is something
like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall



Day 22:
Now you grab me by the ankles.
Now you work your way up the legs
and come to pierce me at my hunger mark


Day 23:
From within the satin
And the suede of this inhuman bed,
Something cried, let me go let me go.


Day 24:
then they leave home on horseback
but God returns them on foot.