Look At The Sky!

By Amy Thomson

Cumulus pillows

accumulate blue.

Form elephants and

ships and an escape

from the skyscrapers.

 

Cirrus feathers dust

the salmon ceiling,

glowing gold as they

sing goodnight to Sun

and welcome Miss Moon.

 

Actinoform bursts

of bright fireworks

form celebrations

for our green Mother,

and spill their smiles.

 

Nimbostratus eyes

cry tears that fill seas,

groaning and roaring

and begging and—Oh

please return to me!

 

Condensed sisters fight

and love and wander—

all oblivious

to the gaze of the

stardust specks below.

 

Other Girls

By Amy Thomson

“Not a normal girl”

-A girl who’s heart is full of

disdain for herself.

Dew Drop

By Amy Thomson

I am a dew drop
on the verge of
evaporation.

Weakened bonds
dissipating to
messy molecules.

Hope dances on
my taste buds,
leaves me with heartburn.

Count the seconds
until I slowly
become invisible.

Millenial

By Amy Thomson

Tangled mess of yarn,

my mind a coiled, red sea.

I’m unraveling.

New ‘Do

By Amy Thomson

Hair flutters to floor,
trying on a new form of
femininity.

 

Nevada

By Amy Thomson

Cirrus elephants

dance in blue.

Green sprinkled toffee

melts down Nevada’s chest.

 

Night pulls off her

hot, sticky blanket,

Pours glittering, navy

syrup on top.

 

Outside the neon buzz,

the coyote’s lullaby

sings her to sleep,

somewhere softer.

 

Quiet dreams float

behind her heavy eyes.

A life of peace, weary from

the infected abscess on her leg.

 

Oozing tears of girls

stripped of innocence.

Gushing bile

of hungry mites.

 

Alcohol soaked,

her leg burns with

empty dreams and

wicked sneers.

 

Infection spreads,

clawing flesh

into flashy

human traps.

 

Shhh, sleep,

whispers Night.

Skinny Dipping

By Amy Thomson

I’m skinny dipping

down the warm, Nyle river

to your hazel pools.