white phosphorus, televised
a poem
white phosphorus, televised
i know how these things go, sometimes
the milky way’s soft arm tears a gap
between us. we learn how to say nothing
as each morsel of hope drops like phosphorus
from the sky, into earth. it’s perennial
grief, quickly coming towards me
and circling my body each time
i go square-eyed. i learnt this young,
still, nobody listens to children,
inches from dying. and sick
of watching it from my couch.
I’ve been feeling very lost recently. I’ve been fearful, I’ve been angry, I’ve been despaired. The only way I’ve been able to feel any better about it is through writing, but there are still so many days where I can’t even bring myself to do that. I have a lot to say, but I think at the moment smaller forms of work are the only way I can break it all down and not go insane doing it.
I’ll be posting more poetry in the future and I hope you stick around for it. Take care of each other x





"we learn how to say nothing / as each morsel of hope drops like phosphorus / from the sky" !!
♥️