Elisam : Writing

Splinter

Splinter

A Poem by Elisam


I fucked you like a thousand rivers You swam into my fingernails And rested in my touch Shooting sparks ..
To Market

To Market

A Poem by Elisam


Violence follows me where ever I go. Down Gilbert Street a poor boy skates out front of a two story wreck. The mad screams from inside, a trigge..
Bus Stop

Bus Stop

A Poem by Elisam


Bus Stop The smell of public disgusts me. The cool aluminium pressed against my skin, quick to remind me of my worth. A snigger. A laconic exchan..
Paper

Paper

A Poem by Elisam


PaperI’ll cut your f*****g head off with a knife if you come near me I don’t go near her.I’ve never gone near her.She thinks I cut h..