You beckon me with a curl of your lips the promise of irrevocable devotion but golden arrows clash with lead my love comes up unmatched Little senile things make your tongue slick with cruelty a budded seed of sadism planted in the missiles you struck us with I had not wanted…
It was thick passion blanketed over me and suffocating drowning- your hands smothering me with twisted words your lips strangling mine I tasted Hades on your tongue tendrils red like those eyes eyesEyes what a shame you should come to me when I need you the most
My summer sun wasn’t kind to anyone, but I’d make an exception for you. I tried to travel this path, chase the winter moon to get right back you. We don’t see each other often. The fall wasn’t meant for us darling. We had steep mountains, frigid rocks; foreign deserts, dried up flowers.…
You look pretty when you’re melting away limbs shaking, bark twisted in saliva dripping down like icicles three petals and four thick pillars caging me in you are my prison my haven lips locked, flurried kisses spread upon my breast Down below my chest until I am molten, hazardous lava you leave me as…
You are painted alabaster your tendrils reach down webbed like spiders and they ensnare me
Black pavement colors the threads of my soles One step or two the rain showers above me and I eat up this concrete
I often think about many things. My mind is always in a constant rage of thoughts, particular feelings, spoon fed poetry that keeps me awake at night. Last night I dream up sunflowers, I fancied the idea that their petals plucked gold, they struck plasma casting leaflets onto my husks. Yellow smiled back…
These stanzas give me a form of outlet. They protect me- these little letters stare back at me, and they know how exhausted I am. Know how much I love them. Hate myself. They are aware that their very existence is based off of you, and they are not kind to me because…
I know not why you cloud my mind. You are an inconvenience. You hurt me. You greet me with hollowed eyes and crimson words- I almost thought you had lead on your tongue. Soot drips from your lips, charcoal and broken, gagging me wide open like a serpents mouth. You had not wanted…
She badgered me with peach stricken kisses crimson curls of her tongue Smothering me until I was blue and weeping and writhing with lilac freckles blotching my skin Seven to be exact Seven hours until she strikes cardinal sins She counts down using me as the bomb
Wicked wings slosh springs placing seeds into blossoms my sun turns to hell
Oed’ und leer das Meer Peach shaped drops talk about my life in tragedies turning me into a catastrophe You had multiple lovers yet you felt the need to devour me due to fair cheeks and pliant mounds You warped deity, you wrote sins across my skin carved salt and water…
It’s maddening the lengths I put away to give to you I gave you my soul I ripped out bits of my heart just to get it lodged into yours but you ignored it You ate those inklings of mass like it wasn’t anything to you
I was in denial of the fact that I wanted you I wanted you so badly I could vividly picture the format of your lips making out my name The shape every creasing and padding of your fingertips Almost as if I created you myself almost as if you created…
When you rub your hands along my side- touch me there baby Sometimes I feel like I want you to split me open Lay me atop those sheets they’re smothered in your sweat it’s so soft and succulent it makes me hot darling Leaves me with fevers licks a white…
