I love poems. I love the flow of them, the way they feel on my tongue when I am saying them. They are simple pieces of literature, they don't need to rhyme. They are one of my favorite types of literature to write, so I wanted to share another poem that I am proud of.
Beating Alive
She lays in the bed,
Limbs suctioned against the raw metal
The humming sound of the tools
As they cut and cut
The soft paper of embodiment
Her vision cut off,
she was blind for a while
Her senses shut down,
She couldn't feel a thing
The scraping against metal made them cringe,
they cannot break her, hurt her
She would be gone
At such a young age.
Where fairytales came true
and ponies and princesses trotted in her mind.
She could see them as she was laid down,
She was asleep, smiling
As if she was a robot waiting for repair
Energetic dance performance under the spotlight.
Taylor Swift in a purple coat, captivating the crowd on stage.
Taylor Swift shines on stage in a sparkling outfit and boots.
Taylor Swift and Phoebe Bridgers sharing a joyful duet on stage.
