Poems by Elizabeth Axley // Photograph by Arianna Ceccarelli
Poems by Elizabeth Axley // Photograph by Arianna Ceccarelli
self love-d.
In cotton, clothes that cling to curves
hip hanging, stomach bearing
Praising my own figure like michelangelo to his statues
sculpted bodies with rounded breasts, womanly attributes
Sweaters with gaps perfect for fingers to slide through
touching my warm skin, open for praise
tugging at me, lifting me
one sentence poems
r.i.p. to my body but not to my soul, i am half temporal half eternal.
one sentence poems
every time someone looks at me, they are calling me ugly in their eyes and in mine.
one sentence poems
i told them i was sick in the head so they prescribed me medicine that makes me suicidal.
one sentence poems
i am falling asleep in my dreams but then my teeth fall out and i wake up twice.
to mommas
i realise that i am a woman
that my belly has room for more than just
good eatin’s and red wine
I am a carrier of love
a burden-er of bodies
the curled up bones and wrapped muscles
are not just my own
i have love created from the harsh pavement I was thrown on
red scuffs and blue bruises are my testament to you
the way my own father closed the door on me
when he saw what I had become by the absence of love
but for you, my dear
on the days that you are unable to breath
your miniature chest heaving dryly
I put my mouth to your turned up nose
and exhale so you can can inhale
and my lips will roam your warm forehead
placing wet reminders of my love to you
my love created in the creation of you
