Here is one of the poems I read at a recent open mic. … More Liz Writes: Some poetry
I wrote this poem a few months ago and I don’t know what to do with it. So I will leave it here for now. I HAVEN’T SLEPT IN DAYS It is the kind of winter where hands bleed from proximity to the radiator, positioned at ten and two as the midnight drive persists. It … More Poem — “I Haven’t Slept in Days”
One day, a bird flew inside my rib cage. It thumped and jumped and whirred until I knew it was dead. And the sad, sweet sorrow sang inside my stomach until all I could feel was the breeze beneath my heart where my rib cage used to be.