Windshield
caved in, like glass cracks still hold, if tension does not let go- the pain; be the shield, even though I’m made of glass? stay safe, stay numb stay tethered and tense don’t break- you’ll shatter build a new? salvage shards! distort the view ahead, if we’re clear you can see I didn’t break fromContinue reading “Windshield”
Declaration to Self
To my true self, I am sorry I abandoned you to become a version of myself more easily digestible to people I wanted to like me. I am sorry I got lost in the tangle of trying to understand what the world wanted from me, rather than asking you what you need. I got soContinue reading “Declaration to Self”
Southern Values
I’m American, face down in the soup. Only fools wish our names to mean somethin’ ’cause we gon’ die a glorious death- hunny never learnin’ to taste the water.
Wasteland, TX
By: Andi V.D. Berge Finding answers at the bottom of bottles that you forget by the time you wake but you’ll || grab the poison || You’ll || try again || You look back wondering why the clock never stopped- for You. The clock wondering, how You- got || stuck || on replay ||>
Urban Stew
By: Andi V.D. Berge California blankets- soggy, a week expired They say one man’s trash is, Well- it might be asylum. We wait, in a dust jungle. Resting and reading our shelter, around the Mulligan stew. Carcass for marrow, onion scraps for a punch We wait. Then we haul- with haste, locomotive Displacement.
Obedience sold at market price*
By: Andi V.D. Berge She’ll be lovely and quiet pink and delicate like an oyster drooling on the floor lipstick in place. Insert through eye and strike the chisel A mere tap with the hammer and she’ll petrify to breath-taking stone and you’ll restore peace at home. Never mind the detachment, you like your coffeeContinue reading “Obedience sold at market price*”
Told my grandpa I’m gay and all I got were these lousy feelings
By: Andi V.D. Berge Pearled decay with the pull a cheek Expose your clinched canines- playing fortress to a cursed tongue with your ears, I hope you see me- as I am. Your Precious, Abomination
If you call it cutlery, let it cut
By: Andi V.D. Berge Reflective surface given power by flame. Forged in a pit of hope, beaten to elegant form. Silver eager to mold- a spoon if that’s what you need a spoon here to please Please, a powerful beginning. Why a flattened start? Pummeled on the anvil of servitude- a hindsight bias, she couldContinue reading “If you call it cutlery, let it cut”
I Don’t Need Nicotine Patches, I Smoke Cigarettes
By: Andi V.D. Berge Images of a Swamp Willow weigh me down Statue my presence, petrify my face Perhaps the monster’s toothed margin its scattered warts on its alabaster belly spare my fear a touch. For its tentacles that root it still, terrorize me the most. The hush is almost tranquil, noiselessness serves a calmContinue reading “I Don’t Need Nicotine Patches, I Smoke Cigarettes”
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