Day 17

This poem is kinda a part 2 to day 12. Also, I was thinking that if I ever write an anthology, this is what it will be called.

Today's mood: https://youtu.be/a5_QV97eYqM

A Grimoire for Sad Girls

This book looks like the lipstick smudges you left on the bathroom mirror to remind yourself how much you love you this book looks like a forsythia bush is full bloom all sunshine flowers and no leaves all beauty and impossibility and no way to sustain it this book looks like the bare back of your first love

There is a spell here that will teach you to forget your first love

This book sounds like the first bird song you hear in the morning it sounds like your favorite song being blasted from the car next to you at the red light it sounds like your name it sounds like call of a lonely coyote in the winter time

There is a spell here that will teach you to mastrubate

This book feels like lying down on sun warmed rock in the summer time this book feels like the warm mud holding your toes it feels like hot water pelting tired muscles it feels like a calloused hand running down your spine it feels like falling

There is a spell here that will teach you to fly

This book smells like walking into a greenhouse in the wintertime this book smells like salt and sweat and tears this book smells like pussy this book smells like lavender hyacinth and lilac it smells like frying butter and garlic it smells like your grandmother smelled it smells like mints and cough drops

This book will not take you home but it can teach you to find home where you are