29/punkoffprompt

I can't hear anything
Anymore, at least not
Well enough to describe
It's all too loud and clichéd
A wall of dicks, disguised
As white noise
Primed to ejaculate
Drowning out the tuneful

28/compoundwords

Underground bookstore friendship 
Sweetmeat bootstrap honeymoon
Weekday earthquake afterglow

27/finalthoughts/fallingdownawell

In the end
It's a well, actually 
That is the death of me 
And all I see
Flashing in front of my eyes
Is sweet relief
And the joy of silence

26/freewrite

Graduation day
The next parchment
To wallpaper my
Safe space
This place that
Holds me fast
Helps me past
The harms done to me
The crimes performed
Upon me as if I
Were only a doll
Instead of a living
Never forgiving
Whole being
But a waste of
Flesh and bones
Could never go home
Their privilege writ
So large on faces
I thought places
Of reprieve
Now I leave them
To their cathedrals of
Entitlement and
Breathe ink from
Endless purging
Now emerging
To be me

25/alienencounter

They say they want to land

I warn them off

With a glance to my brow

They ask why

I try to describe patriarchy

With my mind’s eye

With my hands tied

But all I can manage

Is a tapped out

Rhythm, spelled like this:

dot dot dot dot

dot

dot dash dot dot

dot dash dash dot

24/favouritelyric

'I could stand to hear my baby call me by my name'

I could stand a little touch
A little tease
The merest affirmation
The slightest invitation
If you called
I'd come running
Right through the fire

23/tanka

we are feeding on
bruises we write by moonlight
flesh remembered songs
spilling from between our teeth
onto trusting jugulars