ocean inside of me

Milica Milinkovic

(they/them)

Instagram: @oven.mitz

Twitter: @mmmmmilica

Milica Milinković is a Serbian-born autistic writer and poet based in Naarm on the unceded lands of the Wurundjeri people. Their writing explores relationships, queerness and having big feelings. They’re currently studying creative writing at RMIT.

“My work, which spans fiction, non-fiction and poetry, is informed by my experiences as a queer, autistic survivor of intimate partner/sexual violence, and the impacts this has on my relationships and general being in the world. I’m interested in exploring themes of intimacy, grief and mental illness. For most of my writing life I’ve considered myself exclusively a writer of prose but in recent years have expanded my practice to include poetry. I’ve spent much of my life overwhelmed by how I feel and struggling to communicate it; poetry has become a way to express myself in playful and fluid ways without worrying about being misunderstood. I love experimenting with imagery, language and rhythm, and how the content of my work is enhanced by playing around with form. Most of all, I like to have fun with my writing even if I’m writing about difficult things. My work is earnest and intimate (sometimes funny too) and invites readers to submerge themselves in emotion.” 

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there’s an ocean inside of me

it’s a cliché I know but you like metaphors 

and I need this to be easy for you to understand

there’s an ocean inside of me 

you already know everything that it does

swellslackenstirswaystormswirlswallows

surges with proximity settles with deprivation 

I am not its moon

no matter how I try

there’s an ocean inside of me 

you ask if there’s a way to keep

the water unpleated

I think you’re starting to get it

there’s an ocean inside of me 

packing the moats plunging the baby pushing my earthwork 

swelling like a basement 

flooding like a bruise

but now I’m mixing metaphors

tell me you’re still with me

there’s an ocean inside of me 

and all of this is to say

every time you touch me

I feel so close to drowning

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