Sylph Hemery contacted me recently to be added to A Cornered Gurl and I reviewed her profile, read some emotional and relatable pieces and knew she’d be a great addition to our community. Below is her first contribution. I connected with it upon the first read. Here’s hoping you will too.
Some Poems Spill Out
Free Verse
My crammed heart, chokes, splits open.
Dis-enslaved blood bestrews the naked page.
The wine red drops speak in tongues,
Ecstatic searchings for sacred words with hands
To hoist me up,
To steady the teeterings and quakes,
To sate my spine with pristine dignity.
In these words, I stand without cowering,
Scoured of hunching shame, brave.
Originally published in A Cornered Gurl via Medium.
