Thief in the Night
I do not wish to live with my lungs.
I am tired of being left breathless.
A thief—the things you have taken
without my noticing.
As I search for air,
I find I am missing
my heart as well.
Mine
I want you to be mine,
to the smooth skin
on your bone.
Paint you in Blue hues
Teeth marks and bruises
you begged me to leave
the subtle ache of memory
I want you to be mine
to the thoughts
in your brain.
Linger in the lines
of neural pathways
remembered in your muscles
Unable to be rewritten.
Destine Carrington is a black woman living in North Carolina because she enjoys challenges. Other things she enjoys include but are not limited to: burgers, brownies, and Batman. She has a BFA in Creative Writing from the University of North Carolina-Wilmington and a cat named Turtle.