Spun Cotton Candy Ocean
A poem about cycles of trauma, self-medication, and the girls left behind
You have that far off gaze-
the sun dipped behind the moon
on a one-way ticket
you are fairy floss
that dissolves on the tongue
keeping teeth tacky
mouth itching for water
you do not provide.
An affinity for blues hidden in pinks
sugar violence
turned inward.
Have you tried sobs?
I bet you have-
until
you became sub ocean
a bioluminescent fish
glowing in the darkness.
It’s the world at its axis
that shatters you
It is
a vacuum
at the top.
Yesterday, Epstein died
today, Ghislaine lives
in between, the girls-
broken jade-
brackish green with bile
undead until
Virginia died.
It burns to breathe
you’ll reach for cotton candy
It’ll be different now.
As your teeth rot with cavities
The dentist drills
fill them-
makes you k n e w.
And we'll go on another round
in the deep
deep
blue
unraveling
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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