"THERE IS NO GOD IN OUR BONES"
you still smell like ginger ale & broken butterfly wings & june’s hushed wind across a hilltop. is this faith? the way silk spills atop your skull like the black river? love, your marrow’s wine is white as Her cheeks, foundation smeared across rotting fields. i know where my bones stir in your pupil; they turn the color of torn ambition. & we’re feral seamsters with poems thrown on our thighs; this is birth; the way the sun bruises in the crooks of her smile; oh to sip a droplet of her sky; is this love? call it burning, the way your fingers slip into my skull & twist me around until i’m dreaming of recovery.
Jaiden Thompson is a 15 year old poet from Washington state, looking for their soul through writing verse and prose on occasion. As a raging member of the LGBT community, their poems more than often venture into queer themes and concepts. Other motifs within their writing include religion/mythology, racism, other social justice issues, and the struggles of adolescence. Occasionally, they post some of their writing on their Instagram (@a_poets_entrails).
previous // back to issue // next