sleeping to dream
Icarus ashes fluff my pillow
taste of sun shards on my lips
insomnia suckles dry tit after another
in search of someplace where they forget me
Black girl tangled in cotton sheets
they are shadow dancing on the wall
and the moment of their pirouette,
ankle bracelets clink
the moon finally eats my name
About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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Comments (3)
I love the deeper symbolism in your word. Excellent writing!
Oooo, the flow of your poem was so smooth. I loved it!
Amazing poem!! Your word choice is phenomenal!