He had hands of burnished mahogany- kept that palm lodged round my throat; digits piercing skin, leaving my veins prickling. You did it for the burn, sudden power rush, and oh, how I just loved to watch your eyes darken. You held me, propped my body between sheet cuffs, sending me right over the…
Remember who you are- what you were before they told you, you weren’t. They dreamed you up, casted false entitlement upon you. And you- you oh so credulous bairn. Wide-eyed, and trusting, actually believed those fiends.
I’ve been dreaming of you again darling- of your sharp blades, your crass edges eating up my longevity. How easy it always is succumbing to that sliver of servility you gift me with. Nobody makes me crave pain quite like you do.
life is such a fickle thing with Her obsidian talons sinking round Your heart threading into arteries the prospect of Death looming over you Why would anyone want this
The prospect of time always teases me around this period of the year. Another age is becoming of me, it’s never exciting. There are bonds in these little numbers that hold our life together, a prisoner to these fates. Even when I was younger it never made me smile, why is that? Why…
Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God. - Sylvia Plath I’ve always loved a brute, brute of a man like you With your razor-sharp tongue, crystals in your veins The hand housing icicles, eager to impale
You’d have done it anyways. You only come back to me when the Tides fall flat, and when the Moon departs. You’re gone just as quickly as She resurfaces.
They say the rain will stop soon. I imagine this ground swallowed up by sunlight, and I become infinitely jealous. I am but a speck of dust in this lowly world, vanishing with rain, thwarting back down to nothing. I live for you like the sun lives for the moon.
I crave perpetuity. So much so, that I come to you in the form of nectar; a jar of tenacity- viscidity- long strips of flattery and dabbles of desire. I offer you seduction mixed with a sting that you return with disdain. You loved those animated creatures, the ones who fill me…
How was I supposed to know it wouldn’t have turned out like that- that you would never love me. You took that fickle little piece of passion, and melded it into her. A fragment, she is. Nothing more than processed lithography. But you loved that dirt and grime, ached for that flush…
I had an affair with Mephistopheles. Serenaded him under willows that didn’t start weeping until we graced them. He had bits of fruit lodged into that ashen heart of his. Pearl shaped beads colored crimson inside that orb. It didn’t hurt me, not once, when I plucked those little buds full of incipience.…
I once tried to construct you. I drudged you up from my rib, and melded you into the perfect species. You were so ripe, so full of passion, it had almost consumed me. A consummated sculpture- that’s what you were darling, and yet I was more susceptible to your abhorrence. You turned on…
It is sap dripping from our lips. Seeds and cypress trees- no foot can touch this frazzled forest. Even I, figure amongst the deities, crumbled under these branches that twist and curl something sinister around the edges of your lips. I wanted to taste that, become of what you are created from, emerge as you…
bygone rays brush me butterfly speckles adorned you leave me in twos
tides fall flat one month southern skies on the mares' trail the stars end with you
