Pho: Poems

64 · Aug 5

Pho Aug 5

The dark drinks me
like spilled ink on snow,
each breath
a vanishing.

Grief without origin,
hollow without end,
a wound that wakes
with no memories
of why it bleeds.

63 · Aug 12

Star Written Solitude

Pho Aug 12

Star Written Solitude

Somewhere, the stars
mark my skin with absence,
branding me
as one no heart will claim.

62 · Aug 11

Ghosts of Glass

Pho Aug 11

Ghosts of Glass

we drift
ghosts of glass and shadow,
fragile as the moon’s last sigh.

62 · Aug 6

What the Stars Forget

Pho Aug 6

What the Stars Forget

I mistook
the shimmer of leaving
for love,
and bled stars
each time a name vanished
into the sky.

The universe does not mourn
its falling things,
neither should I.

But my body still weeps
like it forgot
we are made of the same dust
that disappears.

53 · Jul 31

To Hunger Like This

Pho Jul 31

To Hunger Like This

Love snarls in my chest
a fevered thing,
foaming at the seams,
scratching at ribs like a cage.

It slips to my mouth
I chase it on splintered limbs,
teeth bared,
howling with hunger.

49 · Sep 2023

Waves

Pho Sep 2023

Waves

they were right when they said grief comes in waves

some waves are like dipping your toes into swirls with the sun kissing your shoulders

others are thunderous, threatening to pull you under the icy swells

they push and pull you

you cling on

waiting for the next break in the tide

Praying the next wave won't be the one to drown you.

39 · Aug 4

Unrest

Pho Aug 4

Unrest

My skull is a lantern
cracked with light
too full of flickering things
to ever go dark.

Thought drips like candlewax,
pooling in the hollows,
soft and searing,
never still.

I am sinking
into a hush that gnaws,
a lullaby sung with teeth.

36 · Aug 5

Untethered

Pho Aug 5

Untethered

I wear longing
like a second skin
soft to the eye,
raw underneath.

I am untethered.

Love’s ghost
skirts my edges
never landing,
leaving only the ache
of being less
than nothing to hold.

— The End —