Testing, testing 123.

I stand before the galaxy.

Speaking softly to stars unseen.

Hidden behind blankets

of pollution,

crosshatches

of contrails

and a ceiling of

shiv'ring leaves.

Testing, testing 123.

We’re alone so I can sing.

My voice can tread air with

silken care and wrap you

with its being.

Testing, testing 123.

We need no mic to just be.

I hum soft into your fur,

as you lean soft into me.

Testing, testing 123.

We’re older, but we’ve aged

beautifully.

A constant source of

company, when

the world goes silent.

All that violence on the

silverscreen,

news projecting a

social scream,

disarray a normal

thing.

But we’re

beyond its grip now.

We make our own

peace.

Shadows chased far away.

Worldly pressures now

released.

Testing, testing 123.

In your eyes my eyes

we see.

No nervousness or

apprehension, no hatred or

tension.

Just you.

Just me.

#fiction

Crash the car,crash the car,crash the car,

Don’t fucking crash the car.

Crash the car,

Don’t fucking crash the car.

But that’s what I want.

You have kids at home.

Ok.

Fuck.

Crash the car,

Don’t fucking crash the goddamn car.

Crash.

Shut the fuck up. We just fucking went over this.

Right.

Scream.

Ok scream but can you just...

Fuck,

Fuck,

Fuckkkkkk.

You need to stop.

The road is wet...

You’re not crashing the car.

What if...

Don’t fucking crash the car.

Pills.

Would you just fucking stop tonight??

No. Pills.

Go to sleep.

After pills.

What is your fucking problem?

You didn’t let me crash the car...

Stop.

Stop,

Stop,

Stop.

Exhale,

Exhale,

Exhale,exhale,exhale,exhale,

What happens at empty?

My mouth is eating me alive. Letting my insides melt away until I’m all sharp edges. It’s like a balancing act I never perfect. Because the lesser part of me feels more when I neglect my plate. When my scale slowly dips digit by digit. When the clothes start to bunch and hang a bit loose at the seams. It’s like a tightrope, but I always lose. Because the disappearing side has less to hold up. And the side that’s filling itself full, all goes crashing. It’s like the weight is pulling me into the ground. Burying me, still breathing. So I empty into earthquakes. Shake, rattle, roll. Let my insides reverberate as canyon-echo tremor. And it’s like the dirt falls away with each churning shudder. Aching and stained. And I finally float.

Son: i wonder how much our dog remembers her previous family

Me: probably not much

Son: really?

Me: Sure. Do you remember your previous family?

Son: No. HEY!

sometimes

manytimes

I wish the pain in my chest would become a real

death

grow

and

I don't avoid the doctor

I see her enough to make her think I am not avoiding

her

hoping that the pain in my chest is growing

Suburban gods dwell in dumpsters and much like all others forget to make any appearance

They convene with the rats

Or maybe not at all

Probably not at all

Hum hallelujah

But I’ve become acquainted with the way the light hits my eyes just right

With the way my lacking seems to glow a bit brighter than the homes of the homeless

With the way that my sweat creates more miracles than I’ve seen spew out of churches

You ask me to drop to my knees

When all that I’ve learned is that falling is for standing back up

Press my shoulders with hardship

I will not pray

a mirror

shattered-

into a million little pieces.

( the glass pierced her bare feet as she tread upon the shards;

she bled silver. )

#writing #poetry #bleed #poem #shatter #poetic #broken #silver #imagery #descriptive #shatter #brokenheart #write #poesia #freeverse

Quinn groaned as she was forced to roll onto her side, chest aching.

Sleeping on their stomach was never a problem as a boy, but they didn't expect this Shift on a Friday.

Everyone knows that girl is a Tuesday and Thursday gender! She thought. Today supposed to be a boy day, for crying out loud! I even planned out the suit I was going to wear!!

The phone on Quinn's nightstand buzzed, the fanfare of a ringtone that sounded from it forcing her to pick it up. This was a work phone calling.

"Metamorph, we need you in Sector 12, ASAP. Mantis is sending in his Hench-Mutants on the streets again!"

"Coming," she muttered, scrambling to find her Female suit.

Infa-Red, the Telepathic Hero on the other side of the phone, immediately picked up what was going on. "Are you going to be okay fighting today? We can move you to Sector 6 guard if--"

"I'm fine!" Metamorph aggressively zipped up her bodysuit. "In fact, you know that this is better than usual, since most animals have larger females than males."

"Well, yes, I just--"

"Was underestimating me? Was being slightly sexist?" Quinn had only half of her anger on Red, as she remembered that, for a reason everyone knew but didn't say aloud, the women's bodysuit only zipped up so far in the front.

She was going to have to fix that later. The Shapeshifter knew that she had bigger problems to deal with at the moment.

"Metamorph, out onto the field." While the suit was also illogically revealing in the back, she admitted that it was perfect for wings.

Quinn was an Animalia-Shapeshifter, but one of those odd quirks that came with the ability was the occasional gender-swapping, that was found to have a weekly pattern. While they could, theoretically turn into any known animal, it had to be of that certain sex. Metamorph learned a long time ago that, if they attempted to break this unwritten rule, the consequences would be them Shifting from a healthy person into a person in agonizing pain.

Once, even a dead person. Necro-Dancer, the Reanimator of the team, had been a literal lifesaver on that one.

Quinn shook her head of the memory, trying to focus on the threat of the day. Mantis was Poly-Powered, with abilities ranging from Invisibility to Super-Strength and Speed to Enhanced Vision. Technically speaking, all of the capabilities that come with being part mantis shrimp. (Don't be fooled, he's more overpowered than many would think.)

That being said, he was able to pick out a flying Hero from a mile away.

Metamorph was met with one of the Hench-Mutants: Pilot, the Avian-Shifting, Fire Elemental. His partner, the Levitating, Alien-Shifter known as the Bandit, joined him.

"Nope, not today." As quickly as she had taken to the skies, Quinn retracted her wings and dropped down to the streets below.

At the last second, she Shifted into a dull-colored butterfly, floating safely the rest of the way to the ground. Right to where Mantis was throwing his usual hissy-fit.

Pilot crashed to the ground with his Area 51 boyfriend. "There's a hero somewhere around here, trying to stop us!"

Mantis looked around, only noting his henchmen and a bug landing on his suit. Just as he was about to fire his two most distracting cronies, he felt a weight that definitely wasn't as light as a butterfly on his shoulder.

"What's up, Shrimp?" He met the gaze of a grinning boy in a women's bodysuit.

Naturally, yelling from both sides commenced, Mantis realizing he was in the presence of a Hero and Quinn realizing that he was in the wrong body (and in the presence of the city's most notorious Villain).

Morph was promptly pushed to the ground. It then occurred to the Hench-Mutants that their enemy was already writhing in pain, so they simply stood back and let their boss have the last hit.

"Wait... time-out," Quinn croaked, attempting to switch back into his morning self.

In the process of Shifting into a human, they had imagined themselves as their Friday self (ie. male), and in response, every cell in his body wanted to pack up and quit for the year.

Mantis scowled. "I have no time for a Hero who can't control themselves."

Just as he turned his back on the young Shifter, the Villain heard Pilot and Bandit let out a strangled yelp. Sighing, he swiveled back around, meeting the gaze of a murderous, female Metamorph. Her hands had extended into the tentacles of a giant squid(?), simultaneously ruining those two perfectly-good, throwaway servants of his.

"Come on!" Mantis shook his claws in frustration. "Fifth time this week!"

"Make that the sixth," Metamorph said. "Only, this time it will be you... I guess that would be the, what, seventeenth then... for that case?"

Infa-Red found Sector 12 lined with tentacles, Quinn in the center of it all. Some of Mantis's accomplices were being constricted or thrown around, but him and couple of other ones had managed to run off.

"Finally," she said. "I was running out of tentacles! Go get the ones that got away and Shrimp, then help me with these ones."

"Good work, Morph," Quinn knew that Red was hiding his shock by using his authority-voice. "you really outdid yourself today."

She smiled, going into her own scientist-mode. "See, I told you the females are generally larger than males. And they are also less colorful, making better disguises."

Shrimp didn't even see me coming! She added mentally. Friday should be a girl day more often. My body better be taking notes on this.