dancing with ghosts
window open. light pouring. bed sheets stained with nameless clouds. i hear the traffic, the garbage truck. my hair smells like the thousand hotel rooms i’ve painted with my hands. i get up. my body shakes. drank too much. eyelids heavy. thick tongue. feels like an ordinary morning. i’m throwing up ghosts. they’re playing on the floor like wild children. searching for clothes. blue skin, blue oxygen, i hear you sing, i hear you, get off my knees & let me move. yes, like that, thank you. touching myself in the mirror. wondering what my blood looks like. dead flesh. i see you, dear. take my hand, please don’t let it go. yes, like that, thank you. lackluster drawers. walls swaying. streetlamps running in. i think i’m going in circles. please remind me you’re there. please don’t let go.
Chloé Derain (she/her) is a French political science student who loves literature & weird music. In her spare time, she is a pianist & a photographer, but above all, she is a word traveler: poetry, all poetry, nothing but poetry. Converted to G. Apollinaire, A. Pizarnik & S. Plath, she strives to create a new kaleidoscopic language that acts like an intellectual electric chair. She greets you from Lyon!