To Create
It crept up behind me one day, as
It always does. It took, conditioned,
And kept me. It used to be supple.
I could harness, change, and tease it
How I pleased. Now, there are silky
Scales I peel off my skin
Each time It laughs at the words
I’ve sewn together.
Our gray veins have become exposed
Across plains, drowned in shared
Vital fluid. If I ask, It will leave me be.
It contracts as a face, an extension
Of my capacity. It is a large,
Sharp-toothed being that glides
Beneath my crust. I don’t mind.
I’ll jump in with just my skin,
And a tempting bucket of chum will
Be thrown in behind me. Its threat lingers
In each carbon I breathe.
One day, It’ll place a hand
Between the quills on my back.
Something good, It’ll say,
While scraping against the
Thin walls that keep me
In, pulsing electricity.
With each turning of the planet
I’ve yelped. Louder, and louder.
And then, I seized. That’s when It
Tapped me on the shoulder, and
Shone. A dull brightening.
Sprout Brilliance
If I could, I would fold
Your limbs and grim
Memories into me.
Wash them and toss
Them, and then release.
The bricks you carry
Are so heavy that they
Will help you sink.
Open the door and
Reveal your face, it’s
A sharper memory.
As you let the fur fall
The germs crawled
On top of me. Never
Expect anything from
Anyone is what you said,
Under your genetically
Liquored breath.
When the mold on your brain
Sprouts a musky grey
Brightness of brilliance
I hope to be there.
Hennah Saber is a recently-declared Finance Major. She is a writer of words, a tamer of horses, and a lover of monsters.