180 Miles

White as bone 

Carried by sea foam 

Left like offerings 

In the sun 

Leaving me 

With fevered dreams 

That can never be 

Washed clean 

In this city 

Where the ocean 

Is far from home. 

💫Amber Comber

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Gone

I linger 

In train yards

Fingers

Brushing walls

Of the past

Cold steel

Warm memories

Whispering 

Softly in the wind…

I leave you

Lips raw

Stockings torn

Bruised thighs

Wondering 

Why

I am

Leaving at all…

I love you

In the safest 

Of spaces

Holding you 

Like a treasure

Clasped 

In a gentle fist

Heart wide

Eyes amazed

That you exist

So effortlessly

So beautifully.

💫Amber Comber

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Royalty

Who am I 

To devour 

Ripe 

Red 

Strawberries 

In the 

Dead of winter 

Not a sign 

Of life 

In sight 

Teeth 

Gnashing 

Juice 

Dripping 

FUCK 

It feels 

GOOD 

To be this 

ALIVE! 

💫Amber Comber 

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Fucked Fate

 

Being from the sunshine state 

Has fucked my fate 

With seasonal depression in the Carolinas

Being asked by my abusive grandfather at 12 

If I really needed to eat that ice cream 

Amongst all the other teasing 

Of my skinniest of all time body phases

Fucked my fate with my body image

I still recoil when my belly is touched 

Especially at the stretch marks 

Left behind by two pregnancies

When this alone should be celebrated 

Being sexually assaulted by someone I know

Fucked my fate with building trust 

Being the daughter of two addicts  

Fucked my fate with drug & alcohol use

It’s a very cautious dance

I have to choose my vices wisely

Needing to control every situation as a child

Can leave you spiraling out of control as an adult

Cycles have been broken

Almost taking me with them

Words have been spoken

That will forever wound my soul

I grow stronger every day

Learning to love myself

Along the way

So don’t come to me 

With your pleasantries 

Unveil your truth and scars

Our time here is finite

If it isn’t raw and honest 

Is it even worth it?

💫Amber Comber

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Women and Children First

I heard that the women 

Aboard the titanic  

Ran to the mirror to 

Apply lipstick 

As the boat was sinking

I imagine their terror and 

Them choosing this ritual 

To attempt to quell anxiety 

Has always resonated with me 

Now I wonder if lipstick 

Will disappear altogether

I am sure the demand is down 

During these masked times 

Loved ones have died 

Future plans don’t exist 

Live music, my religion 

Can no longer be experienced 

 People cry and 

 I am expected to comfort 

 People lie and

I am supposed to believe 

 People hate and 

 Still I fight to love 

 I work every shift gasping for air 

 At the threshold 

 Of my next panic attack

I am tired 

 So 

Very 

Tired 

 Feeling more expendable 

 And less than essential 

 My wonder at the world 

 Has turned to worry 

 Looking for those slivers 

 Of light and hope 

 To carry me through 

Proves to be difficult 

 Yet here I am 

 Still hunting... 

 💫Amber Comber

 #poetry #words #poems #healing #anxiety #writeitout #hope #fear #love #writer

Six

Dripping with promises 

Trapped in forevers 

Absence 

Just makes my heart 

Grow harder 

You would be here 

If you wanted to be 

Love me 

Unconditionally

I am tired of fighting 

For time 

We will never get back 

Whilst losing my mind 

And getting off track 

Surrounded by darkness 

I’ll long for the light 

Still Always aching 

For you to hold 

Me in the night. 

💫Amber Comber

Lucky Numbers

5/25 is the day of my birth 

25 divided by 5 is 5 

My dad used to say 

How lucky this number was 

Always betting on it at the track 

The pressure I felt 

When he came home broke 

Was excruciating 

But then again 

He had a lot 

Of lucky numbers 

His dreams were big and 

His heart was bigger 

In the end he hurt 

Himself the most

A sacrifice 

For the ones 

He couldn’t stop loving

I can still hear the 

Song in his voice 

Smell his stale 

Beer and cigarettes 

And 7 years later 

I’m still left with a

Mouthful of regrets… 

💫Amber Comber