has doll hands
seams on her albino body
ruddy vines crawling up her skin
the hermit has perky
and clouded vision
her tattered cloak slips past her bare
to her ball
your sallow breath
your grim eyesight
your lavender demise
elegy to american online instant messenger
set status to MORBID set status to DECEASED
slashes and semicolons /// xx ;;; never forget ;;; xx \\\
communication blip: ping! ping! ping! dear aim, just like the hearse you die to get in
FROM EVERY HEART \\\\\\\ ~~~~ 16yo from ny (really 12 from chicago) and the bait is set
age sex appeal and limitation
set status to TRAVELING TO HELL
obituary: here lays the digital gravesite of our traveling tongues
the emoticons ;;;) the elicit text (ay bby)
here lays the digital record of our teenage empires
burning // rusting // xx never existing xx
panic! in the heart space
panic! did you hear about tylenol murders! it happened in 82, you weren’t ALIVE, but
that doesn’t mean you can’t PANIC!
panic! take a breath, wait no, that’s too quick, that’s too rapid, you’re a spiral.
panic! too much stability pills could turn your liver gangrene. you worry you are dead.
panic! worn out lashings, penitent fragments, the constant repetition of panic of doubt
of assured doom or destruction panic at the smell at the notion at the word
panic! in your heart
a list of all those bitter moments
little god of
one is dead skin
one is dead
elegy of mass
let the sun
in your eye
the sun looks
and you look
at my very base
i am an
in the corner is an eager shadow, consuming colors.
what is the most
Voice against Sight
who fights Touch?
there is a violent
Ashley Miranda is a latinx poet from Chicago. Her work has been previously featured by the Denver Quarterly, Yes, Poetry, Rising Phoenix Review, OCCULUM, and Glass Poetry Press. She tweets impulsive poetry and other musings @dustwhispers.