A Quiet Crushing
Sixteen years and a day,
The spell was cast, my heart blistered.
Stinging, scalding. Scattered.
like broiling, boiling blood skies,
A heady broth of volcano-mouthed spite.
There is no way back from this.
The air is raw with screaming, hot shouts of rain,
An empty North Star brightness of loving you,
Clear- Appalling, a smudge of trembling cherry blond light,
You are cutthroat, trying to convince me of your prophecy.
In the whirring dissonance, I scratch your words off my soul.
Single breath of Plutonian rancor,
A language riddled with a very red, very wrong universe,
Rapture, rupture, repent.
I am not guilty of the storms.
I am a solar system of soothing, spiraled shells,
Fragile injury of faultline memories.
Ophelia shivered in the beaten earth, sonorous sorrow.
Sprung grace in the undertow, a soft note on a stretching song,
Kissing the chaos back into the image of a deer.
You knew exactly how to deliver hurt. Blue hail eyes.
I sang hymns and buried poppets to erase what you said,
This is the charm of the dog-star bursting,
Tideland breaking into the shape of you; a quiet crushing.
The immortal beauty of becoming maelstrom strangers.
is a published poet with Hecate house’s: BIRTH and DECAY Anthologies, SUBCONSCIOUSLY ABLAZE Anthology, Poetry Undressed, The C Word Magazine, Wandering Autumn, Kitchen Sink Magazine, Pressure Cooker Literary, and has essays and articles published with Rebelle Society, Literature Undressed, We for Women Stories, Kindred Spirit Magazine, Yogi Approved and Elephant Journal. Her memoir features in the book Phoenix Rising which is a collection of five women’s empowering stories. Her illustrated poetry chapbook is to be published soon. When she is not writing and editing, she is a Yoga teacher, Women's circle keeper, Cacaoista and creative well-being workshop facilitator. Katie lives in London with her beloved, house plants and array of books but is an avid traveler, her favorite destinations to date are Bali and Cyprus. She is an ectopic pregnancy survivor.