Used tea bag placed over an exposed wound
Poultice soothing sipped warm it stung at first;

It stung again later on as well
But for archival purposes there was a first time,
An assumption can be made that at some point
There’ll be a last

Wobbling as if intoxicated fell
Fearlessly into a milk-ladened heaven,
Concrete never felt so good scouring
Moonbeam skin surface smooth no more
A meteor shower shoved upon these shoulders-
Pair of tweezers pecking at space formations
Bird beak feasting-
Tear the constellations out of me
Before I realize what I am

Brewed a cup of black
Swallowed some pills- a tranquil breeze
Blowing through the divots of my existence;
Caretaker, take the human abroad before I get carried away
Caretaker, take the human abroad before I get carried away

Heal now you rest while the infusion
Slips down, feel the sensation
Burning effervescent pressed against
An obsolete organ, vagrant flesh precipitating
When it rains, it pours
When it rains
It rains


Author: Montana Svoboda

I'm a genderless poet currently living in Central Michigan where I attend college for Environmental Science and English. Nature's some cool shit, frisbee's a neat activity, fountain pens are best pens, Latakia for life, coffee and tea keep these gears turning.

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