Poetry

Poetry

A Poem by zombiebird
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Inspired by a recent moment when something simple was beautiful.

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I can make words into a lot of things;
I can carve them into little inside-out prisons,
Capturing flecks of souls and bits of stars
And then spilling them out like guts.
I can cut words into mirrors, black and thin,
To be glanced at for a fleeting reflection 
Or gazed into with a deep hunger
For company.
I can mold words into people and wolves
And then scrape my nails through the wet
And giving mud and say they are all
The same anyways.
But I can’t quite make words into the way
I feel when I step off the elevator 
And my music surges 
Just like I feel it ought to
Or into what I feel when I pull open
My heavy door and my dorm room
Is warm and smells like popcorn,
And my sister is curled on the bed.

© 2016 zombiebird


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