• xx

    rest the pale light against your cheek
    you’ve breathed better days than this
    a blush that stains your skin
    a high that never quite sets in
    if we were wading for something deeper
    i was too lost to wander further
    sate the taste of a sharpened tongue
    bending beneath each drop of nectar
    could we let the cold air back in?
    let the rush slow, let the sweat crave our warmth
    i dreamed us missing, maybe it was selfish
    delirious like we didn’t need to be anything else
    burnt sugar biting at the edge of intoxication
    anything but patient – it hurts more than it should
    and we let it like we need it
    softness lingers in the salt we share
    leave us wanting teeth pressed into red
    shy spit spilling from the caution in our words
    it’s the craving smile that breaks the tension
    we deserve to spoil ourselves sometimes

  • xix

    we’re always still; we’re always leaving familiar
    how we yearn for the harmony of nostalgic songs
    spoiled for choice, misremembered names
    misheard voices repeat the same patterned phrases
    if i was as strong as you maybe i wouldn’t need the way i need
    exchange with me bloodstreams, amphetamine
    romanticise the ways we dream between closed eyes
    knowing that we have never truly felt what it is to sleep
    and just like that we find a new addiction
    sweat mixed up in the pills we crushed
    nothing to do but waste our worry on time
    nothing to feel but a confidence in manic promises
    nicotine drunk, spilling through the fabric
    in love with the way the glycerine stuck to your lips
    i preferred the taste when it smothered your breath
    i preferred the trace when it was the only thing left
    when you’re missing i bury my face in the imprints
    but was i ever really here with you?
    indulged and neglected, back and forth and nowhere near
    letting the words play out until we can no longer hear them

  • xviii

    bear the weight of your blood
    tensed through your teeth
    the guttural omen, calling
    screeching and howling
    taut sinews until the snap
    it’s not a lesson nor a ritual
    it’s an expulsion of body
    come gather the impurity of pain
    let it nestle where it cannot reign
    of all the silence we hid
    the shifting of empty space like dusk shade
    if we could tempt regret
    it would call upon us numbly
    faint voices finding deaf ears
    kept the tongue from slipping down the throat
    what if it was tangled?
    holding onto anything worth speaking
    such a chore to lie still
    all you saw was idle hands
    cherishing false memories and dead names
    most of the time it’s all worth forgetting

  • xvii

    death, come gather us in our guilty houses
    the cathedrals that rot inside of our chests
    such bedeviled pagans we have harboured
    what sacrificial tokens have we forfeit
    the idol was ripped from our grasp

    replaced by yet another spoiled carcass
    let the venom spill from its mouth agape
    brimming with intoxicating succour
    the waters were tainted from the beginning
    we simply found a greater purpose for its poison

    settling into the normalcy of psychosis daydreams
    wading still, waiting for the flood
    in the wake of miracle and punishment
    we stole repentance from the hands of lepers
    scorched the earth as they slept

    as ordained, to the deacons the ashes sold
    in the same breath prayer was uttered
    fingers were crossed and the candles were choked
    praise our avarice, bathe in its bloodspill
    they’ll regret nothing as they mourn everything

  • xvi

    release, reveal, regret
    bear your hands like crooked teeth
    meant more than it should have
    all the slurred sorries
    owing it all in cigarette ash
    Stupid boyfriend inpatient care
    felt guilty for the broken glass
    plucked like petals from pavement
    next time won’t hurt the same
    there will be laughter and fireworks
    constant lightheadedness, constant quiet
    leaving when it starts
    the parades are passing, unwatched
    they won’t wait for you any longer
    surprised the patience held for so long
    no one left to watch you kill candles
    not a single memory to be made
    it was easier when the sun felt softer
    now the paint peels over rust
    hope it was worth anything in the end

  • xv

    we held the rain long past its fall
    tore the fabric from where it clung to skin
    for all the fragility we relinquished
    withdrawal was the howling call within

    yet in cleanliness the shame burned vividly
    every intoxication swallowed without hesitation
    every drop of blood and vice
    deeper than the pull of muscle memory

    we’re still grinding down teeth well past the root
    scraping at the edges of empty plates
    bladed remarks dragged out like spit strands
    dwindling friends down to uninvited guests

  • xiv

    would you smother me like smoke
    fading slow as the a warm dusk glow
    i want to be nothing but blood to you
    uwavering flow, bone splintering bone

    how i have desired your starvation
    a prayer to be answered by darkest incantation
    sweat spilling fervent for metallic intoxication
    mercy as the gift of your hunger’s fixation

    i writhe hopeless against your tongue
    bound tight by the clenching of teeth
    a visceral form, begging to be undone
    for all my substance i am pulled from beneath

    belonging as prey bred for the blade
    disemboweled in rage like it was all that you craved
    to the lust of your need I am so readily claimed
    leave nothing left of me but what you have chosen to save

  • xiii

    sweet, yearning, pathetic princess
    your gentle need, overflow in excess
    compulsive schizoid, lover’s shell
    promise kindness but exempt yourself
    you miss the bite barks and the burn
    replicate the ache you so wish to earn
    perversion sickness, suffocate the urge
    to spoil yourself in all the sin you deserve

    so you want happiness still?
    or does violence call your name too sweetly?
    intruded upon by murder fantasies
    beyond the repair of poetry
    your teeth rest in porcelain
    pooled in grime and piss
    empty train station limbo
    liminal spaces where safety cannot exist

  • xii

    sometimes i don’t want to protect
    i want the greed, i want to the drowning
    i want what is selfish, more than i need
    i want lies told in kindness, traded for sleep

    whore heartbeat insecure, embodied fragility
    it either means too much or not enough for me
    the constant burn of headlight beams
    soaked canvas scraping against the guttering

    you’re still hiding somewhere beneath my tongue
    tried to lose myself in someone else, pretending
    my lungs would take what i should have stopped
    weightless until the tension knots

    aimless and stray in the lust of internal othering
    counting time loss to the songs i’ve been swallowing
    i’m someone else, wading through aphasia recovery
    blankly gazing through the haze I’ve been coveting

  • xi

    in pursuit of sunlight fragmented
    a shattering bloom across your bones
    inhabiting dusk, embodying us
    sometimes we are here, sometimes we disappear
    like ghosts returning to the only truth they know

    alexithymia avoidance euphoria
    the trembling pull, a fading dream
    of faint outlines dancing against eyelids flickering
    mistaking relapse for affinity
    laced lithium enraptured fantasy

existence in poetry //

transgender,
hopeless sapphic
gothic romantic //

revelations in love,
despair, hope
failure, beauty
death, personhood
resistance, healing //

non-indigenous woman
dwelling in Naarm
on lands sovereign
to the Wurundjeri people
this always was
always will be
Aboriginal land
paytherent.net.au //

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