[Solucet]

I feel like I'm posting in this single thread too much, but I'm honestly somewhat astounded: I've managed to write three poems in the past three days after years of a complete, crushing creative drought. So, with that, this is one more that I just "finished" (which means I'll probably come back to edit it at some point, considering this is completely fresh with no revision whatsoever).

Lilies For

Water laps upon the shore, irrespective,
The air a murmur -- tremulous:
To be salt-stained and caressed, but
The tears would just dilute it.

There are no words for this hatred.

The sky is just to scream,
And I'm pregnant with your emptiness --
But this metaphor is a shattering mirror,
And I'm just an abortion placed in this cradle
To so playfully drown:
After all,
What better way to die
Than to fill my lungs with life?

"But better to build bridges," you said,
So I sold you one to cross --
And I'll savor the taste of your sweat
As the skin peels and burns.
Narcissus would be proud,
After all:
I only became selfish
Once what I did affected you.