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old fragments #1

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By kpPublished about 18 hours ago Updated about 2 hours ago 1 min read
Top Story - March 2026
old fragments #1
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when my guttural cries lift gifted rosaries in fractured prayer, begging for forgiveness,

i know it is over.

when her "please" turns into "never again," and the emphatic desire dissolves,

i know it is done.

when our hallowed ground becomes soiled by unsteady and wandering feet,

i know i am resolved.

fault and shame weigh heavy on my back, i carry the burden of this end.

but i must weep no more, because from the passing roughage of my experience, i glean a lesson that can only be grasped with the tines of time and intent. i write:

follow the love, not the labia.

for what face would open mouth, bend tongue, and cry out for an incomplete me?

who among the whole relishes the labors of inducing growth in another?

i know this now, but only because ample time clarified that i am who my love is cultivated for,

and that the proper intent is to grow it myself and share it.

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About the Creator

kp

I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.

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  • Sean A.about 4 hours ago

    That’s a hell of a first line, really draws you in and then do a great job pulling us along. Well done!

  • Judey Kalchik about 5 hours ago

    congratulations on the Top Story recognition for this honest piece

  • Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout 5 hours ago

    this one is simple and gentle moving us with its complex and honest transparency...it will stick with me

  • Oneg In The Arcticabout 13 hours ago

    How sensual yet heart cracked open. This was sexy pain. Moaned grief. Self made orgasmix self love and liberation

  • aliabout 18 hours ago

    omg… “follow the love not the labia / for what mouth would open, bend tongue, and cry out for an incomplete me” …is incredible. It filled me with such contradictory emotions / thoughts / feelings / contemplations. sexy. sad. lonely. seen. invisible. thank you for writing and sharing this ✨💖

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