Victor

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133

Writings

225

Followers

121

Following

Victor

https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/162828757

133

Writings

225

Followers

121

Following

Skin

Victor

1 min read

I soldered my hands

Onto the motherboard of my face,

Like this might drive away the charges.

Tell me, does this mask make me a hero

Or a criminal? Does this skin

Burn like a searing poker

Into my bruised and yellow potential?

These metal heartstrings

Rust and thicken,

Then flake like dust from bone,

Orange as the sun,

and bright as fungus,

Until my lungs are sick with heaving.

I hid behind iron...

Poetry

Teeth

Victor

1 min read

That prideless lion with the severed mane

Beat his smashed–up paws into the earth,

But his mangled face and

Blood–soaked fur

Stayed numb.

He dug his teeth into his cold, sick flesh,

All trapped in his throat,

Dry, hollow lungs —

No return

No return from drowning.

Bare desert sand,

Reach out a hand

So bloody.

If he bites the hand that feeds him,

Maybe he does not wish to be fed.

He b...

Poetry

Plant Sap

Victor

1 min read

Tenderly,

Shoulders curved, neck arched

Over the glistening surface of a toilet bowl

Like a lily of the valley,

Your silent blossom,

Silent wilting.

Where are the others?

You suppose it's not the season;

Something must be wrong with you.

Nectar spills from your irises.

He takes his pick,

Tells you how sweet you are.

It soaks in;

For a moment he softens.

He is in love

With your body.

The bruises...

Poetry

Dear Normals

Victor

1 min read

It's hard to go unnoticed when you're hanging upside down,

The suited girl, the boy trapped in his mother's wedding gown,

The kid obsessed with numbers and the walking sad, sad song,

The ones in ear defenders who could hear you all along.

The girl without an appetite, the boy without a voice,

The trembling hands and rubber bands that snap without a choice,

The boy who don't speak English, in the ...

Poetry

burning tyres

Victor

1 min read

You've gotten sloppy;

Your poems don't read like they used to.

Hand sanitiser, drying up.

What use have you for being clean?

Or maybe you should down it.

Tell me why

You only write when your lungs are

Asbestos and dynamite.

So you can spill onto a screen

Your godless coughing, and

Un-literary prowess?

Whispered screams

And puppy eyes,

You're barking mad.

When did you forget what poetry is?

Why...

Poetry

I Remember

Victor

1 min read

Back when I would hold her like teardrops,

With no regard for my blistering scleras.

The browns of my eyes, scratched out,

Leaving no room but hers.

What man would allow to fall from his pupils,

The kiss of an angel's breath?

If her burnt lips

Scorch mine, so be it.

(She called and said,

_Do you miss me yet?_)

November's sting fails

To not haunt me.

_Is this a dagger, I-_

Kneel before you.

_Fil...

Poetry

Crashing Cars & Picking Locks

Victor

1 min read

_(A bit of a brain dump idk)_

~~~

Door lock

Clicks shut,

Kids crack

Clavicles.

Ribcage crunching,

Fractured knuckles.

Clip clop,

Horseshoe,

Tail in the door, you

Lick lips,

Blacksmith,

Sugar cubes.

Fer the ribbon,

Fer the winnin',

Yer a good

Little boy.

Pretty beggar

Fer the sugar

And the toys

(Fer enjoy-

Ment)

Batter down the

Wall

When the door's unlocked,

Kids crack,

Bones snap

On the chop...

Poetry

We Burnt the Whole Orchard

Victor

1 min read

I snuffed me out / Or I thought I might.

Cross-legged on the floor: burn marks,

Charred / But I

Am melted wax

Seeping into my own /

Damned conscience.

Scorched.

Little boys burn brighter when they / Realise,

Time doesn't stop when you're extinguished.

Nobody waits if you slacken / So

Pack it up, man—

I picked me up / Or at least I tried.

I don't care

If you're burnt out;

Jack, be fucking nimbl...

Poetry

Smart Kids / Bad People

Victor

1 min read

It's seeping through my bones like some kind of poison:

Where brains meet the flesh,

Morality dissolves —

Obsession, now, the patron of the soul;

My Bible in hand, yet a weight.

I know

Styrofoam apples are perfect.

I am not sweet,

And I do not nourish.

You are Autumn leaves, you

Crumble beneath my winter boots.

Guilt cracks my clavicle, but I cannot refrain;

I remember, you were soaked in pain,...

Poetry

Hopscotch

Victor

1 min read

We played hopscotch

On the chalk-board gravel,

Missed the lines, said

It's too much to handle

"Liar, liar," — couldn't see the markings,

Killed the squirrel,

Now your dog ain't barking.

Guilty-sounding

Secrets but they're all true

Just keep quiet, that's what Daddy told you

I was young, you

Always acted older

Burnt our sleeves off, right up to the shoulders

Torn bandannas, aluminium soldiers,

C...

Poetry