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Poetry
This collection is filled with poems about someone who doesn’t exist, or hasn’t existed. It’s a collection about love, romance, and an imaginary path to freedom. To me, love is about the story behind having that love, and, sometimes, when you’re alone, it’s okay to fantasize. Not all of these are about romance, but about the story behind how I found, or want to find, that romance. They’re in order of when they were written, and each one, like always, is word vomit. When editing, I only edited for grammar and typos. Some grammatical errors are warranted, like when they apply or help further the poem. It’s the same for the typos. Capacious Mouth is named this because ‘capacious’ applies to a ‘large and empty space’, such as a mouth that refuses to settle.
The collection itself is of an 89-poem length spanning different ideas, troubles, issues, and excerpts exploring this romance, and the obstacles that get in the way.
This collection is available in an ePub and PDF on Armida Warrior and Etsy as a zip file, containing both versions. Available to read on all eReaders, including computer reading apps, smartphones, and tablets.
Promise Warmth
Freezing cold fingers
run through my hair.
He’s a man of none,
a man of many.
Life is a short
sentence, cold fingers
tugging my hair,
his teeth filled
with my clothes.
He’s on my floor.
He’s in my
mouth. He’s
cold, and I’m
his only warmth.
Lean
A crown of smoke
encircles his head, out
through the nose, and
in through the mouth. His
last words were ‘thank you,’
but I don’t know what
he was talking about.
Chew
Life isn’t long,
a sentence before death,
a jail without end.
We cycle through our fates
ever promising evolution,
ever promising change.
Forget the gun. Hold
the knife. We’re
bleeding from
the inside.
My canvas a toy.
Wrist
My wrists are your noose. Tie
the rope tighter. Veins bleed
into you, pulsing a sweat
you die in.
I promised I’d kill you. Not
a threat — a promise, and
that noose slides tighter.
My voice will deafen
your scream.
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