Vivian F

It crawls inside when
We’re not looking
It will wrap and thread
Around our vacant veins
And surface through taste buds
Before we bleed
From the strain in our bones
The burn in our throat…

Good morning.
Blink away the dreams
So they fall from your lashes to
Sprinkle your lap like falling stars
Dig your fingers into the mattress
That is stained with hushed secrets
Reach for …

Black spots covered the walls
Like eyes behind closed eyelids
Still there were tiny little rays of sun
That slipped through the blinds,
To light up all the right places
Icy howls became wa…

Your kisses are never forced
Fingers dance into my web of brown
Tangling in the messy strands of hair
The glint in your honest eyes,
Fingertips that trace the lines,
In my face like paths …

Her rib-cage rips out like sand dunes
Up and down in a curved wasteland
Her throat burns with hunger
While strands of hair fall by her feet
Her stomach growls ravenously
But Ana will not l…

I am finding it hard to sleep
Twisting in a cocoon of bedsheets
The walls fall back, weightless
Seems there’s not enough air
For my lungs to breathe
Two seconds bring another minute
Chasi…

Your bones were easily rattled,
A line of sweat forming above your lip,
If you were in the midst of black
But I could pull the curtains back,
Let the light shine through the cracks
Yet you…

I used to bite my tongue,
In the midst of awkward conversation
Then I found you, a treasure
Underneath the oceans
You didn’t hesitate to touch
With my tarnished edges,
And fragile surface…

There were butterflies in my rib-cage
The day I spun on the mary-go-round
Lights burning the skies like fireflies
But they did not glitter like the stars
We picked the stars one by one
Let…

You’re only half of me
A microscopic piece
One single star in the skies
Years drag on like waves
Sometimes slow
Other times with force
Back-and-forth
Repeating
You’re only half of me
A…

Follow me, you say
To a place where we could live
Quietly, in a fantasy
Where no one knows our name
And the wind is always in our hair
Writings on the walls will scream and
Reality wil…

We will stand on the tips of our toes
Just to say we have our feet on the ground
Turn your face towards the sky, taste the clouds
We will trace the luminous stars with fingertips
And our ha…

I am a miniature sailboat made of foil and paper
Closed up in a glass bottle, lost in a soundless dream
The world is dropping like an anchor, a lump of sugar,
Dissolving from my sights until…

I passed the man everyday. He would sit on the same sidewalk, back pressed against the wall. His face dragged down into a frown and I would immediately recognize his sad eyes, ink-stained finge…

We were sitting in the living-room. My mother and I. One of the first times we had in a while, for she picked up this new habit of locking herself in her room with a bottle of red wine. She was…

Unnoticed, silent
Tears swell
At the edge of her eyes
Rolling down her cheek
All they are,
Are tiny little screams
Of profanity,
Acts of violence,
Past mistakes.
Salted.
Wet. …

Her throat tingles with words never spoken
Afraid of wasting them away on lowercased names
She doesn’t bother to use the crumbled paper
Instead, she keeps them in her veins
Where they are f…

The moon shines without the tide
And the flowers have no scent
What happened to my words?
Maybe they are inside a sheet of paper,
Folded and hidden in the creases.
Are they buried in a d…

When I was six and seven my brother and I had this love/hate relationship. Like most siblings do, I guess. We spent a lot of time punching the living shit out of each other, sometimes just to s…

The scent of failure reeks so heavily
And I think I should have tried harder
Waves have come to take you away
And your ghost still burns my mind
There’s silence at the end of the line
But …