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Kristie Leigh Pilkinton

A leaky ceilings

have you ever read a poem that made you want to throw yourself under the next train? not even bother to wait for the perfect sky and the right hand to hold and be all pretty about it, freezing cold tracks digging into your spine like a reminder of how tiny you are we all are we are all...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton

A o holy night

Every night, I fall down the same hole a hole of my making I weep unto these crumbling faces my children watering the orchids feeding them my scabs I read them my poetry by candlelight like it might scare them to suicide dying, they never die living, I never live I cannot slit...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton

A the importance of soot

tears have been in my eyes since i woke this morning clinging to the bats of my lashes and the blight of the light they refuse to fall cruelly they remind me i have been falling forever never have i fallen i am captive to your heart your calloused hands feeling behind my knees i am...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton

A girl in a cage

i find myself wishing that our souls would bleed in the slow music of flowers like a courtesan dips her paintbrushes in rain, regret, and the water of her wilted lilies the bathwater of dead princes sticky with opium and the caterpillar silk of her thighs it is then that i am off white...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton

A why we make believe

the first time i tried to kill myself i was four years old we were in line at the grocery store buying nyquil and hamburger helper no beef even though we didn’t have any at home i’d have to make due and find a way to stretch it ‘til tuesday it was thursday i tugged on her hand...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton

A party monsters

I cut myself on the sky last night, I could not stop convulsing, as you twisted the knob to my jewelry box, rushed sewing crooked blue stitches into the in-betweens bruised, I saw everything in photographs moving too frantically to be stolen, clairvoyant, the walls watching me...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton

A never after.

I am just a girl with faerie stems and a doll heart because I love everyone I encounter and sometimes, I wish you would break me so that I couldn't feel anything anymore like you always said I smelled like sunshine breathing on a dead girl's eyelashes angels had kissed closed...

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