Poetry by Abigail Pearson
Green Glass Girl
I said I’d write you
Before the winter’s morning
I said I’d kiss you
Before the snow lay melting
I
When the green glass girl
Said magic still survived
I believed I believed I believed
Because you were here, and you had long red hair
I
Her words were venom
Deathbells and honeysuckles touched by mold
She would have me eat them
As I lay on her love-altar
I
Through prisms in snow
And light by fire
I am caught between two of you
Whom am I to love?
I
By lunar light
The girl of glass, the girl of bloody green
Ate out my heart
I heard it in her teeth
I
I…
Thought you would come
Thought you would dash out her teeth
Thought I wouldn’t be dead in the snow
I.
I said I’d write you
Before the winter’s morning
I said I’d kiss you
Before the snow lay melting
I
When the green glass girl
Said magic still survived
I believed I believed I believed
Because you were here, and you had long red hair
I
Her words were venom
Deathbells and honeysuckles touched by mold
She would have me eat them
As I lay on her love-altar
I
Through prisms in snow
And light by fire
I am caught between two of you
Whom am I to love?
I
By lunar light
The girl of glass, the girl of bloody green
Ate out my heart
I heard it in her teeth
I
I…
Thought you would come
Thought you would dash out her teeth
Thought I wouldn’t be dead in the snow
I.
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Abigail Pearson is a 22-year-old writer of novels and poetry. She has a black cat that she loves to cuddle with while she drinks tea and reads Dostoyevsky. Most often you'll find her writing queer love stories and about her life growing up in a cult. She resides in Eugene, OR. Abigail has published poetry collections and short stories, her latest work A Mad Woman’s Voice can be found here: https://payhip.com/b/A47O
Blog: https://whimsywriter3.wordpress.com Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/abipearson Twitter: https://twitter.com/whimsywriter3 |
