Éloa

  • drowning

        I like the way you sound when you’re beating down atop my hooded head   Hollowed out noise making up an orchestra   But I like it better when those drops lift my chin up   When icy winds carrying me you make me drown

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  • Orion, my muse

      I finally found you after weeks of hiding you shone so brightly almost as if you missed me too

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  • rewind

        What did I do what have I done I replay in my head every minute every motion I had that could’ve fueled this to happen I count the seconds in your eyes trying to figure out which thing you’ll say now to lie to me about How about the you’re the only one…

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  • bared luck

        You couldn’t have taken my love not since it was given to you so you chose to strip me down instead   You started with my eyes scratching them raw plucking skin between deft fingers   My lips were next down the line of my nose a Cupid’s bow that made Eros hurl…

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  • blanketed

        Violin strings must have been embedded into your bones darling he could fine tune you better than any musician strip you down until nothing but raw strings were left just dust and termites leftover in your body

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  • falling

        Pink blush settles on my sun melting roses on the rise if only I could be one of those fallen petals

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  • stuttered reflections

        I do it just to feel something just to feel some type some type of pain but the words go through me they bleed through me you would have that I was made up of cellophane

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  • Collar of Thorns

        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…

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  • dangerous accomplices

        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

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  • sun//moon

        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.…

    Éloa

  • melted embrace

      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…

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  • snowflakes

        You are painted alabaster your tendrils reach down webbed like spiders and they ensnare me

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  • noir conversations

      Black pavement colors the threads of my soles   One step or two the rain showers above me and I eat up this concrete

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  • Yellow

        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…

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  • Beginning to End

        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…

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