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Kristie Leigh Pilkinton
Kristie Leigh Pilkinton 07 Nov 2015 Tag: sorrow

A why my muse is suicidal

(not my best, but all i can muster at present... i needed it out) my womb is a tomb, a casualty of malice a graveyard of all the butterflies that slipped in through my gasp when i first heard my name spoken with such ease and affection "forgive me, little ones" i cooed and sang...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton
Kristie Leigh Pilkinton 10 Apr 2012 Tag: sorrow

A fragile things you won't let break

everything becomes light when glimpsed through my teardrops i feel as though i shall go snow blind with my breaking, how i always touch the tenderest parts of me to thorns knowing they will break my flesh tinctures of love spell drooling down my forearms, my palms i find a calm...

Kristie Leigh Pilkinton
Kristie Leigh Pilkinton 17 Mar 2012 Tag: sorrow

A dirty white dress

my mother is not my mother she is a flicker in a dream she is who i make pretend her to be today, she has strong irish arms like a sweaty brown ox freckled and superstitious has me peeling potatoes barefoot in the kitchen while she braids my little sister's hair it doesn't matter...

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