Black Stilettos


They’re black as night.
I put them and become something new.

The one you’d wish you have
the one you wish you could
hold hands with.

Your dirty fantasies
where you lay your head.
The succubus
who leaves you breathless

the girl you cum to
the one you desire

when I transforms
into my black stilettos.

— To’Wednesday Sibley, Black Stilettos

It’s an old poem I thought I’d share. By the way, Day/ To’Wednesday
are the same entities, one is my pen name the other is my real one. 

Untitled Eighty-one

They actually can give two shits and zero fucks

Don’t put to much thought
into people who don’t care
about your being.

— Day Sibley, Untitled Eighty-one


P. Martinez and all the hearts I had and will break

i’m sorry baby

i can’t be in love with you

i didn’t learn how.

— day sibley, reciprocate



Silence stands

the motionless body

lays quietly in its new bed

surrounded by the dry earth.

Sounds of tears weigh heavy above.

He Called Me a Wild Woman

B. Riggs

you and the wild are one. longing/ brewing/ waiting to be liberated.

relinquish all/ that has been repressed. thrive in danger/ take flight

dare/ seize the adventures/ one would cower to.