I feel fractured Everywhere The currency for my thoughts has multiplied and I can barely eat The distress of my heart has set me on its tracks But I remain bound, refusing to retreat I am aching to lift myself up but my spine has webbed, gone wayward To feel so much less.. the absence of you feels like a murder The wage for this beauty has gored me, But the universe whispers “hurt her” And I welcome the pain like a prize So now, in varying stages of undress, my soul has reached her limit I’ll venture out into the dead of night, in disguise Always drifting to ruins and empty rooms, Where my blood predicts you to be The rivets of my spirit struggling to hold me as one I cannot float among the tragedy of it anymore, A gentle willing corpse I cannot compromise the time I have left, It is so little, it is so lost. Copyright ©️ Kimberly Virga 2026

Write a poem about a place in nature that still holds someone's memory.

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„You have A girlfriend? So you’re a Lesbian?“ And then They look at me Like I’m crazy When I say that I’m not. Apparently, There’s only Lesbian, Gay, And straight. Bisexuality is a thing, Yes, But it’s ‚Only a phase’. They don’t know How it feels To finally find A label You feel Comfortable Using. And I know It’s hard to Understand That the label I’m using Is the one For not wanting A label Like lesbian Or bisexual. I just Don’t want to Define that Right now. Maybe it’ll change Over time. Maybe I’m a lesbian And just don’t know That yet. Maybe I’ll keep The label I have Right now Because no one else Needs to understand, Just me. It’s my business, Not theirs. If they have A problem With me Using a label For not wanting Any other label, They can Fuck off.

Mother I’m braided out, faded out From your emotional distention I turn to my empty corner, it’s just me And my former skeleton, the ash Tired of clawing for your attention Meanwhile you parade so proudly your Perfect Person sash And indeed I acknowledge my imperfections But having come straight from your body, I expected more than this half assed connection Truthfully I’ve already lit the match, so We are complete And I have locked the fucking latch Copyright ©️ Kimberly Virga 2026