Wearing cologne as a spittle
She cannot dissolve
Into the milky night –
(Lit eyes, chapped lips
Or, maybe
Gentle lips and torn eyes?)
;
She roams her way into
The night, the night
That cannot – that, she knows –
Hide from herself
Her hideousness –
;
But she’s there, still
Moving silently
Towards monsters…
And the sighing night
Grows apart, em-
Bracing her, as she’s moving
Still, towards –
Herself.
Tag: hewwo…
h-hewwo? writeblr?
so uh. technically i think this blog is a writeblr even tho its… only poetry? so. yea. hi!
sooo my names Carmine, im 20, white, use they/them pronouns, my native language is french, and i write mostly french and english poetry and short stories. i’m currently working on a series of prose poems exploring The Void, on a series of short stories exploring the diverse meanings of the french word “céder”, and i’ll soon start writing a play! alongside with those bigger projects you can find shorter poems under the tag #mine. I explore mainly the thematics of light and shadow in very short pieces inspired from the art of haikus & Philippe Jaccottet’s poetry (who was himself inspired by haikus).
You can find my french stuff on @une-tres-lente-neige-de-cristal!
Thanks for reading! Can’t wait to meet you all 🙂
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