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Whitness Lovlie
Poetry
Whitness Lovlie is a local poet from Bradenton, Florida. She uniquely blends science fiction elements with her poetry in an electrifying way. Stay tuned for more of her work that will be featured in a full collection.
Writing
Heat Lightning
Just flashes on the horizon
Arrhythmic heartbeat out of sync
And taunting electricity that will never strike
The air too thick for even a whisper to pass through
This density of water-soaked is choking
Praying for the sky and ground to connect
Cardiac arrest only ions away
The sky splits and bleeds
Some relief
And I wait for it to fill my lungs
From floating in the troposphere
To the bottom of the ocean
In a thunderclap
I thought I heard it so many times
But I didn't
I'm sick
You're heat lightning
A misnomer for something that's really there
But too far away to reach the senses
Clap!
Hot Water
First I smash your face
In a field of flowers
Then I dress you up in a bubble dress
And light a fire close enough
To singe the not-split ends you’ve been growing out
Just floating in the porcelain bucket
Is it even porcelain?
Can’t be because the acid will devour it
Your Hair swims like serpents refusing to choke you
They leave me no choice
Foamy clouds bursting in all the right places
Reminds me how badly I need you to go
Gently at first
I dig my nails in one last time to tame the snakes
Oh shit I can’t take it
I press you down forehead to nose to lips
Limbs are everywhere
You’re making such a mess
This time your nails dig into me begging for an airful of lungs that’s never going to cum
I baptize you in the name of the father the son and ghost Jesus