I wish I could convey my feelings to you properly Then I’d be able to tell you how much I loathe you how much I love you how much it pains me to know that I’ll never talk to you again To have to see you with her and him traces…
Strings of Detachment
grapnel
I admire you for those cunning claws that knit and pick on others Little pinpricks are those claws They’re diggers they devise storm worthy plans for those lowly humans And they love you for it You humiliate them scratch ragged lines across their arms But they don’t weep…
Evergreen, You’re My Favorite
I welcome you like the Evergreens do the rain With shaky branches and fallen leaves I am a disaster for you Rough patches of dirt and mildew I’d mold this earth just for a touch With cold winds but hotter suns I yearn for you Am…
The Cell of Nectar
I listened to the bees once One sat perched upon my shoulder its stinger secluded Yet trembly were those wings when I raised my finger You would have thought I was Jupiter the way that little bee quivered Before she left she had said to me; You crave me…
Narcissus to Echo
You always cry when you’re about to smile But I don’t blame you darling Who could know the weight those shoulders of yours carried Spurned on by distractions Chattering to goddesses to cover an affair Your tongue sported imitations because of your actions Could only repeat…
Requiem of Mephistopheles
I fear that the darkness might swallow me whole one day I watch those shadows gather in my room transpiring against that resplendent sheen I once held They glow with such an intensity Those demons have embers in their eyes sun rays in their talons goldmine incisors And I’m terrified…
Psykhe’s Plea
You were born from the tips of a butterflies compass Systematic members that form a figure eight as you take flight But you are paper thin So thin darling We can all see right through you To the spear that’s engraved into that heart of yours You would have thought it…
The Downfall
I know that I am falling falling falling and even as I am falling with twisted limbs and sharpened claws Rose petal lips that prickle my skin I am reminded of my inducement that comes to me in pairs How those alabaster wings now turn obsidian In the end I may very well be dragged…
Éloa 