My woe spirals like a wind chime in a hurricane and sings discordant melodies only a broken heart could call lullabies. © Kristiana Reed 2018
I can’t wait for Twelve, Kindra M. Austin’s next collection of poetry 💛
She’d often made it difficult, but I did love my mom beyond measure. Before learning she had died, I don’t believe I’d ever actually shrieked over any-fucking-thing in my life—that’s saying a lot. On 8 November, 2017, at three-something in the afternoon, the sound that erupted from my lungs and out of my mouth was utterly empty, yet it carried a weight of pain that unequivocally transcends my comprehension to this day. The woman who gave birth to me—the woman I’d admired in the face of animosity, and who I’d always defended against abusers breathed no more.
I miss my mom’s smile most of all. That genuine, life giving smile she had in spite of the shit she had to live with was…well, it was goddamned gorgeous. Her eyes, I swear, projected light when she was happy. My baby niece’s eyes have that same magic—sweet babe born just…
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Too often I forget to believe the devil does not need to be a part of me. By devil, I mean the version of me who conjures dreams in which I die but never sleep. © Kristiana Reed 2018
My hands are clammy with time - I sweat the what ifs and should haves instead of tightening my loose grip on what's next. © Kristiana Reed 2018
We met in November;
through bonfire smoke haze
I became bewitched by your gaze,
heart beating with adolescent magic.
I walked toward the fire
and into the flames.
I asked the spirits of the night
to beg you to take me;
in your arms, in your palms,
in your dripping honeyed eyes
and call me ‘Mine’.
Kristiana Reed day dreams, people watches in coffee shops, teaches English and writes. She is President of FVR Publishing, a curator on Blood into Ink, a collective member of The Whisper and the Roar & Sudden Denouement, and blogs at My Screaming Twenties. She is 24 and is enjoying the journey which is finding her voice.
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