strong

sitting in the darkness

reading poetry

annabel lee by poe.

sometimes i write about

my own annabel lee,

sometimes i don't.

my body,

tender from the moon and the sea,

swollen and humble;

i feel like a real woman

sometimes in these moments.

in the shower,

i'm one with the water

feeling the tide within myself.

hearing my heart beat,

dead to the world,

humming my own songs-

words i make up in my head

vanish to never be heard again.

nights like these,

quiet and cerulean,

deep within me

i am calm

i am calamity;

love is an unsung word

and i am strong.