SOLVE ET COAGULA
solve et coagula:
let me be the martyr. stop your hand from gripping, or grip tighter and push it. whatever. i am as old as i will ever be in this room. i have lived a little. i have been whatever i will ever be in this house. i have reached zenith and keeled over. i have seen the sky and longed for it. whatever. let me be. i am so close to the close. all i have to do is open. all i want. let me be Lucia hunched over. bent serpentine. all i can see. i can see me in the sharp magic mirror. i can see it. let me present my mouth as a womb. devour the dagger. my little thing. i think of the whirl at the swimming pool and my touch stone. round and round with my head above the water. i am the only one now. let me hold my breath under it. let me devour the. let me devour the dagger of you. and so i can see the light, as i was. come in to me as i was. i was as i am and will become no more in this world. i will grow up so so clean. just a little sting. whatever. push it. push. there will be no such thing as death tonight.
Alva Sundvik, 21, Stockholm - Sweden ✯ IG: @appletreepoems ✯ BACK TO POETRY: OUROBOROS
“Alva Sundvik is an insatiable young woman living in Stockholm, Sweden. She is currently studying for her bachelor in philosophy and ancient Greek at Stockholm University, determined to rise as far as she can in academia. Her love for writing arose as a child when her mother taught her to write creatively for a school assignment: a story about a princess and a lonely ghost. Today, Alva writes (dark and gritty) poetry mostly for fun, with the occasional public reading, but the dream of a creative life has never died out.”