Discombobulated Spirit

I am bitter flesh;

a mass of deaf clouds;

white ebony

with a melted chocolate mind.

I have cut gums

 

bleeding paper tears.

I sniff stones,

swallow guns

while stitching teeth

 

and crackling fingernails

under the watermark

of a discombobulated spirit.

 

© Shanese Whyte 2015

 

This poem was inspired by a friend of a friend who am I told came up with the phrase “colourless womb” which refers to a newborn who hasn’t had any life experience yet. I thought the juxtaposition of two unlikely terms were really cool and it prompted me to this. If it doesn’t make sense to you, that’s ok. Most of my poems don’t make sense to me either 🙂

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