Silhouettes & Makers
a cracked reflection you bore
place a soul
behind glass sphere
thoughts run
along faulty roads
trace the flood of eyes
seeing only dirt
that lures them in
it has made home
though with no belonging
a body in recession
rain kissing springs
surrender rifts for stars
and cliffs for clouds
this grace swims with bees
tugged and cloaked // sharp splits
as moon scarred with craters
idly between
the earth and sun
those like you
do this
she is losing herself
runaway syllable
a stain mouth seized
hopes to be wiped clean
Paris Jessie (she/they) is a black, queer writer and budding creative. She is a moon enthusiast rooted in deep emotion. Find more at iamparisjessie.com.
The Mantle 