Going Fetal

Not much in the way of words left today. There’ll be another 3 am tomorrow, though.

Love,

Cookie ~

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Casual Suicides

It took one crossed line

For you to point a finger at me

And for me to see

Bitter, bitter words

I left blood on the switchboard

It didn’t matter, I’d wipe it the next day

Along with the rest of the blood stains

Bleach works, they said

So I drank it. False advertising.

It burned like a bitch, gargling with acid

But it didn’t do much cleansing

The blood darkened and my tongue ate away

The slash across my face wept for you and

My lips champed

My teeth gnashed

The gash bled, the blood stayed

It wasn’t fair then

It isn’t now, not even tonight

The dawn blossoms as the blood blooms

Bony wrists caving inwards, contrite

Apologetic for too many memories

Arms wearing ropes like bangles, discreet

I healed, your fingers knew it too

And then you left your voice to probe

The weakest inches I showed you

Such bitter, bitter words

They taste good, they taste like you

I laugh for them, I’m happy

I’ve learnt to dip my nails into

whatever pain they sent me

Bleached throats and raspy words

Make for a velvety apathy

I’ll swallow it all,

Sweet or rusty, salty,

I’ve had so much worse

I really should buy something stronger

For those fucking stains on the switchboard.

Casual Suicides

©yusra

23.01.2018

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I’m not anything. I’m just angry. It was just last night. And today. And maybe a little, tomorrow. It’s been a confusing few days.

Day Thirteen- The Game of No True Names 


It’s starts a day before 

I say I can’t in the morning

You say you won’t in the afternoon

-We both can 

I tell you I’m home 

When the sidewalk 

Is where I am

You tell me you’re waiting 

When you’re already gone

I pretend to be forlorn

Five years from today

Is decided by a tomorrow 

The rest of our lives, 

Like the day after 

You call me slut 

And I call you chutiya

And we pretend there wasn’t a bite

To those words 

Some days we play well

Some days we don’t go home 

Quite the same 

I wonder how long we’ll walk away unscathed 

Back and forth in this game

Where we change all the names 

©Yusra 

13.04.2017 

Day Thirteen- for the prompt by the exceptional J.R. Rogue- the game in which we change the names. 

Isms- And NaPoWriMo begins!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand here we go!
NaPoWriMo time again! It’s my fourth time around this year. Honestly I’d thought in the days leading up to this, I’d slow down writing a bit. The exact opposite happened though, and I’ve been churning out a few a day instead. 
So! Today’s poem is based on a prompt from @kat_savage and @j.ironword, called ‘I’m just going to lie and say that it was that easy’.
But very few important things ever are. 
Except for smiling- now that’s easy as pie!

Keep smiling, and see you tomorrow!

Love,

Cookie ❤ 

Why Are Men Strong? 

Why are men strong?

Is it because they are providers

Hunters, gatherers

Or just poachers?

Is it because they can 

Stand up and hit us 

Because we lack the girth 

To deal the damage back

Because it’s easy to hurt

Someone who can’t attack 

You

Someone who will easily bend

To

Avoid the pain 

But some of us

Climb back

And then you feel like

You must crush us

Because men 

Men are strong 

And a woman who won’t listen can

Be showed, thoroughly 

That she is wrong 

A man who must rely on

The strength of his arms

To show a woman how strong he is

May not be meek

But the defeat is not for the beaten

Because he is already 

Weak 

©CM 

09.03.2017

Half Past Four 

 

Wax work, soft 

imitation of life 

Posed on a pedestal 

Paused with infinitesimal 

Care 

Every inch measured

Every vein contoured 

To be frozen, decorational,

There 

You left me

To be lifeless all day

Almost real to touch, they sing

Who would’ve thought such a thing 

-so real, just see
But I stay mute, expressionless, on the floor 

Till they fall into little deaths of sleep, at

Half past four 

In that stillness

I breathe 

©CM

12.02.2017

Don’t wait for the night, to come to life. These days are no one’s but yours… 
❤