hi i’m sierra and i kinda write stuff

some days i want to jump in a lake

and freeze my senses and build castles

of books upon books upon books upon

unstable foundations


where i can hang in trees and gather dust

around my naked body and grow wildflowers

from my breasts and up through my throat


and in this chokehold my windpipe is torn with

my vocal chords and i cannot speak when i am

drowned like a crippled king


in the ocean i live under ships and tear men away

and gorge on their empty hearts and cold dreams

and dusty, blind eye sockets


where i disintegrate into the water and into the forests

and into the deserts and into the air and wind and flow

through wide-spread fingers over the faces of virgins


because my burial ground is your skin and your teeth.