Poetry from Jessica Boh

Not only do I love poetry but, I also love all my friends that I meet on Facebook. I meet the most amazing people, that I would never have met otherwise. I am truly blessed and grateful for having them in my life.

Recently, tonight, I discovered that a friend of mine had written some poetry. Her name is Jessica Boh. She's currently majoring in chemistry, which I also majored in when I went to college. So that's one way we "bond." A covalent bond! Pun totally intended. I asked her if she would allow me to post her poetry and she agreed! Here are two of her poems and hopefully, there will be more to come.

For the Guise:

I didn’t point out your lies.
I looked at your face—
a slight blush. But it wasn’t my place.

Your façade was perfect
While I fumbled for words, as I often do.
Dear Envy still surges when I think of you.

That sweet adage so old and cliché, and ignored—
but I judged yours. Self-titled in gold,
And the spine still cracks when I look inside.

While I scream and fight, you raise a brow.
The mystery, the victim, an angel, a gift
In your hourglass of memories, you mechanically sift.


She slips underneath without piercing the skin.
While the virus consumes, she blooms
And drinks me from within.

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Whose blood is on my hands?
That crimson pattern
no one else can see—
it stings, salty in my broken palms.

Soap and a dishtowel—
was it always pink?
My shirt is still white,
But I smell death

The faucet spits and hisses;
Boiling venom sears
my face, my hands.
Erase the trace

of pulsing, bleeding trust
forced against my breast.
A clumsy clench,
and in a fit of rage

destroyed. A sick pop,
a throb, the rhythm subsides.
And still I stand—
whose blood is on my hands?