have you ever tried to write to save the world? it is a an impossible task, you know.
still, you sit at a black desk facing the opposite of a wide-open window,
pouring words into slanted wounds and pulling teeth with tears.
some nights you drag your tired body along the edge of the earth
to lay it at the feet of your enemies. only to find their toes are squishy soft marshmallows
and their tongues lap your blood up with such reverence you
fall apart at your knees.
your words that you held dear and ready to dissolve the faces that stand before you
melt into your belly.
you are not sure of how to jump over the moon
or how long you will hold
the softness of your nemeses against your tongue’s hips
but you know the back of your mouth is hungry
for more than paper and mental gymnastics.
you want to feast in the void. you want your blood
to be more than appetizer at the end of the day.
you are tired of talking to your own shadows.
you crave skin, light and poems
that are simpler than the ones you’ve
you crave the words at tip of your foe’s soul.
you want to know what is underneath the shard of bones
surrounding your own heart.
you want to kiss that girl you left at the desk
and pull her to the edge with you.
you are full of all her sorrow,
singing into your own mouth
Keishua Arthur is a former corporate librarian and life-long scribbler living in the D.C. metro area. She is a lover of morning light, a visual storyteller, a word lover and tea addict. She can be found chasing after her toddler, trying not to fuss at her kooky cat, and writing really long posts on Instagram. Her passions include social justice, spiritual advocacy, literacy and body positivity. She can be found on online at The Lovely Quiet.