CON/form

Walking around
With my unfuckableness
Sitting down
With my undesirableness
Talking aloud
With my unwantableness
Spitting on
Your uncomfortableness
Singing along 
With my bigfatugliness

July Haiku #7

Crosshatch cutting calm
Flesh rent into components
Serene catharsis

Blood Moon

Devil came for me
I stripped him for parts
Made pain into art

July Haiku #6

Family you choose
Hold your edges together
Keep your heart beating

Complicated

An inconvenience
Too complicated
When my flesh
Demands more
When my brain
Requires more
When my heart
Sings for more
Than you have to give
You want 
Rubberised holes
And the illusion
Of power, but
I don't play that way
I'm far more
Complicated

July Haiku #5

Rent paid with my blood
A thousand times over and
I want a receipt

Craft

Spirit on the whetstone
Honing an arrow of
Hope to carry me
Through the winter

Nightingale

This voice is mine
Not yours
Not yours
Not your own
Private oracle
Mute to all
Others
This voice is mine
Not yours
Not yours
Not your own
Personal jukebox
Silent to all
Others

Skinned

Emptiness
Presses on the heart
Summons salt
From sweet days
Cuts deeper
Even than steel

Spectralgirl

It's a comfort
Loathing myself
More than they do
Digging diamonds
Out of this
Cursed being
This shunned 
Spirit

July Haiku #4

I am a wasteland
Lovelorn and lost and hiding
Strata of stories

Hurt Me

Put me to bed
On shards of
Glass and hope
Bathe me 
In blood and dreams
Leave me out
For the vultures

Repeat/Regret

I should have
Bled out
In front of you
Flayed each inch
Of my hated
Flesh
At your feet
Ripped apart
Your muse
Into paper thin
Slices

July Haiku #3

Disobedience
Body outside of the lines
Colour me in pride

S.O.S.

Eavesdropping
I put an ear
Under the shame
Listening for 
My own heartsong
Listening for
My own codeword
Unlocking the way
Out of anguish

Jukly Haiku #2

Soul safekeeping
A weary heart in limbo
Secret silken dreams

Loudwoman

If you need
To diminish me
Demean me
Despirit me
Then I'm not
The woman 
You're wanting
I'm the woman
Whose voluptuousness
Doesn't stop
At the breasts
I'm the woman
Whose volume
Is a testament
To struggle
I'm the woman
Whose presence
Is larger 
Than fear
So if you need
Meekness
Mildness
Measured by obedience
Then I'm not
The woman
You're wanting

Doctor, Doctor

Sensuality clinician
Dissecting each
And every urge
Passing through
These eager teeth

Papi

Consume my fear
And lead my voice
To scale octaves
Of liberation

July Haiku #1

Is she magnetic
Beneath that exterior
Masking her magic