yin & yang

A short piece.

by Marcus Jonathan Chapman

the sweeter the blood
the fatter the mosquito

Yo

A short piece.

by Marcus Jonathan Chapman

i’m the yo-yo dangling

Pulled up and down

by a string

tied to your finger

She’s

A short piece.

by Marcus Jonathan Chapman

she’s that gap in the clouds where the moon shines through

a gasp of light through a cloudy sky
And I have to catch my breath from the shine

Phantom pain

A short piece.

by Marcus Jonathan Chapman

she’s heartbroken
and I feel it too
though it isn’t mine
I feel it too

warriors, wounded from wars that don’t belong to them experience phantom pains from missing appendages. fumbling along, still grasping at body parts that no longer belong to them.

one loss following another
and I feel it too.