Éloa

  • stripped

        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…

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  • septenary

      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

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  • The Chase

    Wicked wings slosh springs placing seeds into blossoms my sun turns to hell

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  • Medusa’s Cry

    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…

    Éloa

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  • terrors

        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

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  • echo

        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…

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  • Fly

        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…

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  • chronos, give away your time

        Dear December, all somber in your tone. I will miss you, miss the feeling of you holding me back; it was only a quest you could attain. I will miss you and those smothered marks you left over me. Bruised after three hundred sixty four days, fickle hours, I was built on swallowing minutes.…

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  • musings-

        I get the feeling that I haven’t been putting as much passion into my work as I used to. It’s almost a struggle for me to figure out what to write now. Maybe it’s because I write so often? Sometimes I feel as if I try too hard to write about something or the…

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  • stoicism

        There was nothing there in the first place; no you or I I hardly even knew myself- I could have pointed you out before me. I wonder if you feel that too. I see you are doing things to remind yourself of me, does it feel the same? Does it seem like I…

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  • measuring space

      There are stars that connect us they drive us down this pathway mark us with light speckles and passages unreachable   They are open to us these secrets are only ours to know we are the only keepers here

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  • –

        Alas.. the moment is just as suggestive as such your eyes alight in their quest I trace pinwheels against your surface connecting those dots you call macula down onto your bosom chest heaving up in delight you placed a solemn kiss along on my skin and I knew I was yours

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  • erosion

    Do you ever think about it? Do you think about that taste, you ever crave that essence. When I think about it, I feel like dew drops first kissing the desert sand. Miles of rattled dust turning into silt, waters rushing- rustling my skin. I feel on fire.

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  • solstice

                          When that road is cold and lonely look at that sphere and follow it all the way to here trace those map of stars those flashing dots chase that route back to me

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  • peppermint daydreams

      Mistletoe kisses wake me up in the morning streams of sunlight greet me and I open my eyes to plaid presents dozens of bows this winter is cold it’s so frigid darling but your happiness warms my soul

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