Tell. by Lindsey Abudei

 © Lindsey Abudei 2018.

© Lindsey Abudei 2018.

They say, "Tell your father's story."

But what if it is one that has wrung me dry

Made me dance on the edge of my last breath

And is one that will tear me apart again and again

Eveytime you ask me to?

 

The Stranger. by Lindsey Abudei

© Lindsey Abudei 2017

The stranger is my keeper.
Heart rolled up beneath her sleeve.


"Know more, say little. "she says. 
Tuck it in so no one sees
Run from contempt.


When it's hard to breathe
And your sleeves are torn, 
Come here.


Take my cloak.
Let me keep you. 
 

Thirst. by Lindsey Abudei

 © Lindsey Abudei 2018

© Lindsey Abudei 2018

Your thirst led you to the belly of the ocean.
Her gravity pulled you in and there you are, drowning.
You thought too much of yourself.
You should have asked when she kissed you at her shores.

Your feet will never touch the earth again.
The stars are a fairytale now. 
You will lay there- imprisoned
By your thirst.
 

Never. by Lindsey Abudei

I have never known love-the one you speak about. 
The butterflies...
I have no flower beds stuck in my belly. 
So, why would they come? 
I have known unrest, 
Peace in short breaths. 
Chaos in long stretches
And I have known you.