FALLING IN LOVE (AND OTHER SPELLS CAST)
Who claimed that only witches could cast spells?
What about men with iron hearts
and perfect porcelain teeth?
Whose smiles stretch for miles
across the glamoured landscape of their face?
Who carry around pedestals to put you on
as an altar to their devotion,
who cast curses with words
“You’re not like other girls”
those who bind your feet
and set you on a throne
so they can bask in you through a screen
and take you to a bed
that smells like a funeral home—
Too often that first kiss
sticks to the inside of our cheek
hooked, we are reeled to a shore
we didn’t seek,
and what’s more
we forget who we were before.
WHEN MAGIC IS SPOKEN
When you say
I taste gunpowder
and catch the scent of blood
caught under fingernails—
I hear sobbing at dusk.
I feel metal and weapons
made from the flesh
meeting in the alchemy of death.
I do not want to hear about your magic
that knows nothing of living or dying,
only the void between.
When we say
We taste the earth
mingled with the scent of blooming flowers
and falling leaves—
We hear the ocean waves at sunrise.
We feel the tenderness of a wind current
on its way between mountains and trees,
everything within the supple womb of creation.
We do not need to hear about your magic,
we know everything there is to know
about life and death and the void between.
Ariel Moniz is a lifelong writer, emerging poet, and avid reader. She identifies as a believer in empathy, magic, and the healing powers of the written word. She currently runs two blogs and is working on her first poetry collection as well as a novel. Find her on Instagram: @kiss.of.the.seventh.star, or on Twitter: @kissthe7thstar