Author Archives: meganporterpoetry

It’s all mine You’ll adhere to my whims, pathetic swine Statues underneath my eyelids; fire in my hands It’s all going to plan Martyr yourself on my blade But first look upon the face where beauty does not fade I walk upon the water of Lake Nemi, behold a life dipped in gold It’s allContinue reading “Caligula”

I’m slowly stitching back my severed nerves, carefully, serrated edge dripping through my hands. have you ever been so [rage] you try to rip your shirt off at the collarbone? knees that topple to the ground, a controlled demolition. it [hurts]. You feel like imploding, collapsing inwards, [grief] is ripping chunks out of muscles again.Continue reading “Infinite”

Let me out of here I could try Meet a new person every day in the mirror, hair redding at the edges, morning light oppressing. It’s a feeling of an empty toolbox at the start of the day, blaring old favourites at peak volume into ears, listening to the silence that hums along, along, alone.Continue reading “Iconoclast”

she’s staring again—through a slate patch on dirty viewscreen behold that empty diary, no emergency contact who the fuck are you to think anything needs you things wouldn’t be better without you—they’d be exactly the same she’s crying again—pressed between bed and wall and you can’t help but consider among the dust, stray hair, andContinue reading “Nobody”

Please stop leaving me   hanging. Cables, frenetic. What   is one more time after thirty? Slipping through. Tired eyes   tell tired time. Please monitor for 72 hours. Red elbow dents indicative of   poor posture. Again? I’m so far away   from it all. Robot seething, memory imperfect. Do you have enough   time?