Journey

 

The narrative of my flesh
is erupting now,
and I cannot pull
the stars any closer
toward my mouth.
so I swallow whole
the entire night sky
and flee with only
memory
of foreign moons
and tears of crystal
ache; an afterbirth
of a life expelled.
a life with confines
and constraints
that I choke back
black
bile
flight
there is no other way
this script is coded
in skin, and breasts
and hips, lips of love
have leapt and I’ve
nothing
nothing left—
The narrative of my flesh
is erupting now.

© Grace Black

Poetry Month continues, and this is Day 18 of NaPoWriMo for me. Today’s prompt was to write a poem of urgency.

30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 30 in 30.

Love and Ink,

Grace

6 thoughts on “Journey

  1. There are certain poems when I read them, that to me beg to be read aloud as well as enjoyed in the silence of reading. This is certainly one of them. Imagine my delight as I scrolled down to find you had done just that – and marvelously I might add.

  2. I’m glad you did a recording of this too. It’s very personal, and beautiful. Your voice breathed it even more life…such a experience. Thank you for the wonderfulness :)

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