Poetry and Prose Collection XXV
*all writing pieces originally from Instagram @mi.haloes*
“tainted”
The piano keys crack under the pressure of your finger,
each one engulfed with a fuel shipped from your caged city of apathy and unforgivingness.
If our shattered music notes leave fractures in our already codeine-infested streets, can we ever forgive the scarring gravity imprinted in our politics?
We can ever unwrite our taintedness?
(2023, Nov 17)
“solstice reminder”
Imprinted onto the chromosomes that line my feminity,
I watch the remnants of my mother’s hair dance in the wind under the equinox sunset.
A carbon copy of someone who held an unwritten history that could have strayed far from today’s reality.
As I watch parts of myself melt away with the warmth of the autumn, I devastatingly grasp to hold the memories that remind me of something sweet.
A gentle waltz,
a night in under the sheets and softened blankets.
A solstice reminder for all that was and all that remains from here on out.
A solstice reminder for the seasonal bliss the exists amongst the whispers of the branches.
(2023, Nov 20)
“deceitful eyes”
Her dark flanneled skirt twirls in the crisp air as she makes her way home down the cobblestone floor,
on her way home from the funeral ground.
A laced veil covering the deceitful eyes,
the eyes that watered down onto the coffin that lays dry from affection.
An unregretted night dipped into a poisonous conspiracy mixed with an aged wine and gin,
a stacked pair of heels that click against the ground where he lays six feet under, praying for forgiveness towards an emptied soul.
It’s a mere tale of a woman,
a man,
and all that was left unspoken under nights with deceitful lips.
(2023, Nov 22)
“keep your eyes on me”
Keep your eyes on me.
Watch our morals reverse from a monarch to the emergence of a caterpillar.
Keep your eyes on me.
Ever so slightly we turn into something ever so ugly.
Something that remains fundamental to the synchronization of our breaths,
our memories,
the twilight in the shadow of our eyes,
and everything that remains vacuumed in this fragile cocoon.
Keep your eyes on me, and I’ll keep mine on yours as we shift through the barriers of time;
a metamorphosis that has yet to take shape.
An evolution that is bound for a fault-filled history, one where we crash and burn our wings once set for paradise.
(2023, Nov 24)
