I Wish I Was a Riot Grrrl // Jadey Holcomb
Darling, you make me wolfish
up on this rooftop, under this
volcanic light.
Can I drink Cherry Bomb
lipstick, chew fishnets for dessert?
Press your lips to mine, fill me -
bones and all - with your smoke.
Let me quarry your leather-cracked
ribs. Let me burrow under soft tissue.
Grunge girl, goddess of violets
I remember when you jumped
from that bridge, billowing into
glittering waters. Can you hear me,
under this bubbling music, under this erupting light?
Jadey Holcomb (she/her) is a poet, storyteller, and author of Average Asexual. She is currently studying Creative Writing and is the poetry editor of her university’s literary journal. She has a deep infatuation with Conan Gray, red eyeliner, and yearning for what she does not have. When not writing she can be found searching the night sky for Orion’s Belt.