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 (they/them) is a black wanderer with a wicked howl. Much of their work is rooted in the peculiar. You may find more at parisjessie.wordpress.com