Probably not as funny as I think I am
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I peer through the cracks, those gentle fissures that let the light in to fall in fractured heartlines on the ground. //
By Chloë J.about a year ago in Poets
And so what if I'm the sea? Churning, relentless, mutable, angry, // always so angry, burning with unquenchable Greek fire in the depths,
hateful serpentine days, twisting in on themselves, weary head eats tail.
The shadows under my eyes grow claws, the better to drag slowly down my chalkboard face. The shriek is dog-whistle silent and self-wrought.
By Chloë J.2 years ago in Poets
Isn’t it beautiful? My sadness, I mean; why else would I wear it every day? / The palest shade of gray, and it never goes away.
Dear everyone who has taken the time to read the various pieces of my heart, I feel like I owe an apology to you all. Life has been busy and hard; in some really great ways and some really challenging ways. As a result, I have been incredibly inactive on this platform.
By Chloë J.2 years ago in Writers
Vocal conference. I would meet those whose words have held and bolstered me.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
On the first day of Bumble, my new match gave to me: A lot of anxiety! On the second day of Bumble, my new match gave to me:
I am July’s child, against my will. I wear its sweet heaviness, a perfume that accompanies me throughout the seasons that I love better,
the painter looks at, seeking mirror fragments, but the artist looks up.
I am younger than I think and older than I want to be, sadder than I was, and wiser than I used to be. I’m acquainted now with pain,
…the firstborn daughter of a firstborn daughter. I never stood a chance.
