"I am using the candles on my
twenty-first birthday cake
to burn “grow up” into my knees.
I am in the front row at a show,
realizing that if I heard this song two years ago,
I would have thought about you.
Thinking about you takes effort now.
You no longer pour out when I open my mouth.
These days, if I want to bleed you out,
I have to grab a knife."
— The Dust On This Poem Could Choke You, Lora Mathis
Reworked this poem for the Fem Lit Mag. FULL POEM HERE (via lora-mathis)