Hollow Springs
by Paris Jessie
it is bedtime
time to hold for dear life
“hold on”
holding
my iris fears the inside
of an eyelid
gripping my shirt, so that
under does not depart me
the hairs from my skin
are already swimming in air
the curtains are closing
form the body into rock
shape
challenge is coming tonight
take hold of my own hands
squeeze
so, they may each still feel
the curtains are closing
from this pressure comes
a gas that sweeps the body
followed by exhale
the curtains are closed
time to hold for dear life
“hold on”
holding
my iris fears the inside
of an eyelid
gripping my shirt, so that
under does not depart me
the hairs from my skin
are already swimming in air
the curtains are closing
form the body into rock
shape
challenge is coming tonight
take hold of my own hands
squeeze
so, they may each still feel
the curtains are closing
from this pressure comes
a gas that sweeps the body
followed by exhale
the curtains are closed
Paris Jessie (she/her) is a Black, queer poet/writer and creative by nature. Her words are birthed from deep emotion and self-discovery. Other works of hers have appeared or are forthcoming in Anomaly, BSW Chronicles, Serotonin, and Kaaterskill Basin, and her debut poetry collection leaves and their tree is available now from Amazon.