Ava Hampton poetry

Clouded

November 16, 2024

Some ashen mist floats in through my mouth 
And into my lungs they go. 
Fill up my cavities, 
Take away gravity,  
Leave me where reap does not sow. 
 
Silky soft smoke leaves out of the chamber 
And into my mouth they go. 
Let me do tricks with you, 
Do what I will with you. 
Leave me where reap does not sow. 
 
Those clouded vapors drive up through my nose 
And into my brain they go. 
Grind up my cognizance, 
Drown out my consciousness, 
Leave me where reap does not sow; 
To wherever ache does not flow.

Rainy Days

October 4, 2024

It’s on rainy days like this
Where I lose my mind a little.
I am transported back to my childhood,
and am transformed into this beastly form.

The raindrops pitter patter on my windowsill.
The clouds move in a sheet of grey.
I am the host of this pity party
And all of my guests are indefinitely delayed.

I am alone once more
And my sobs echo off these bare walls.
My teardrops hit the floor
And the rain on my window mimics its fall.

I am a continuous sheet of grey
On days like this.
The remnants of this time flows from my sole windows
And I wait to evaporate.

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I Am

September 3, 2024 

I am the thing that goes bump in the night.
The thing that bubbles inside of you,
Pressurized
Like diamonds in liquid earth.

My shapeless being 
Forms impossible claws
From impossible hands
And with my embrace 
I make my presence known.

I am that which,
You try in vain
To pull from your chest.
You claw away at me, and yet 
I seep back in through your touch
And rest where I once resided.

Yes, I am that thing.
And no matter,
No matter,
No matter how hard you hit-

When the bruises the day after tell you of a job well done-
A reminder that same spot stays
That I am always there.
And I am always there. 

And I am, still, there.
I am, still.
I am.

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Bumps  

September 3, 2024 

Itchy on me,
They itch my brain too.
They cluster in my mind,
And tell me what to do.

My attention is to them,
They command to be seen.
They crave to be touched,
They’re blistered underneath.

They come to the surface,
And their emergence startles me.
I watch them so carefully,
Hypervigilance becomes me
Stuck on these vigilantes.

Fuck this irritation,
Outside and within.
Fuck these stupid spherical shits
Off my skin.

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