midnight

disjointed memories from adolescent late nights.

The central image is by Petra Collins, from her collection ‘The Teenage Gaze’.

sorry the post today is a little late! <3

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Midnight

Garden grime, vodka’s sickly sweet
my teenage haze —vacant glassy stare
jello shivers, unsteady feet
take off my skin in humid air

home’s a whisper, some distant hum
where are my girls, distorted scene 
sweat drip-drips like wax, sensations come
my new blouse warps, pale fabric lean

booze, beer soaked whispers, loose thread
one more sip and the world’s a dream,
these melting halls inside my head
please leave me now —let numbness gleam. 

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This poem delves into the complex emotions and experiences often faced during adolescence. It's a reflection on the ways we sometimes try to cope with insecurities, and the potential pitfalls of those choices. I’d love to know your thoughts on this poem. Also, if you could give some advice to your younger self what would you say?

Thanks for reading,

Jas <3