InscribedinInk
Hi I'm Lexi. The writing is by me unless stated otherwise. :)
“Be Alright”
No, I can’t quite
f i n d
light in the splinter
of my ribs just yet.
And I don’t know how to
l o v e
but the way that your name
rolls off of my tongue makes
me feel like I could simply
c r e a t e
flowers in the corners of
my shadows and intertwine
their stems in the laces of
my shoes to remind myself
b e a u t y
can be found in everything.
I think that maybe
if I tell you how in your
w o r d s
I’ve found the only true peace
that I have ever known, you’ll
understand why I’m still searching
for that light within my
b o n e s.
- L. M.
“you’re a word / i can’t forget”
look at us-
dancing on the sun,
melting on the surface,
smoking underneath.
i feel a burning on my tongue,
an ache in my throat
from the words you want to hear,
the words i can’t repeat.
how do i become
someone capable of
more than just
defeat?
the sun has won;
as my mouth melts shut,
there are no words left to say
with you i’m complete.
- L. M.
“Burned”
Strike,
then watch
as I burst
into flames.
Burning, melting
my spine turns
to ash.
Toss me
to the ground
when my fire
is too bright.
It is there
I become
a burnt out
match.
- L. M.
“Gone”
Reach toward emptiness-
he grips sheets between
trembling fingers.
Impressions are left on
pillows, memories
wrapped in sheets.
Remember-
the melody of her laugh,
the way the sunlight hit her hair,
framing her face,
falling down her shoulders,
her falling on him,
him falling for her,
falling.
He understood now the phrase falling
in love. At six years old, riding a bike
felt like flying and falling on pavement
was a pain like no other. Now, love was
living life with no limits, the freedom of
driving with windows down and music
blasting, an achingly beautiful symphony
that he never wanted to cease playing.
Love lost makes him want to hop back
on that bike and never look back. Pedal
until his lungs ache, his calves burn.
Try to change his mind state but he
knows it’s impossible
because she’s gone, never coming back.
He moves to the couch. He tries but
has not forgotten her warmth.
- L. M.
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Like raindrops on a window pane,
We race.
We race against time,
Against reason.
We race until our feet ache,
Until our backs tire,
Until our lungs gasp for breath.
And then the next day,
We do it all over again.
- L.S.
5
She left him
So easily.
As if
He meant nothing.
As if
They meant nothing.
To her,
Everything was okay.
To him,
The world stopped.
Books were her pillows
Words, her friends
Characters lived with her
Long after
The story’s end
Let it splinter slowly
Crack every edge
Shatter everything that once was
Everything that could be
And then tell me It was easy
- L.S.