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…
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.…
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…
I wonder if this is how Psyche felt when she dreamed up such a love cascading out of her arms trickling through her fingers wings the color of those honey laced arrows You give me more than butterflies fill me up leave my knees shaking and stomach clenching I would become more…
Sappho, you wrote it for her didn’t you? You couldn’t resist when those mahogany eyes landed on yours. They must’ve been the embodiment of the earth, matted soil, yet spring blossoms threaded onto her branches. She would sing her muses to you, put you up on a pedestal, shower you with her praises.…
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…
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…
I gathered up wax for the others ears they were not to hear the song you sung for me Bounded here on this post threads entwining my arms yet it was your song that captured me I listened with rapt attention my mouth dry eyes ensured by the beauty of it all…
Medusa lives in these trees she sings of this breeze cries with those leaves The branches pick and they preen form shells around soft carcasses marbled and pristine Crackling vines across rooted cemeteries She exists between earth and sky water and hell vividly unseen
you let that man control you He burdened you with- -you will never experience solitude
There were clumps of sunlight clogged into your bedsheets. I remember when I first laid there. Stars atop your ceiling, and your heady laughter flittering through the sheets, licking its way into my lungs. I thought, perhaps this could be athanasia. You had the poise; with your all-to-knowing eyes- Zeus’s irises. You sat perched…
I have been a prisoner A hostage making up eighty eight estates I am well aware of my state How you’ve chained me to this empyrean made a mockery of my fate You are a fickle god I don’t know if I would even call you one my…
The sirens are calling they are ringing and screeching piling on noises as they claw away at my soul I had not a day of peace they tormented me with beguiling chants lullabies meant to frazzle me It sent me on a haywire I could not sleep without hearing them feeling them…
She had a serpents tongue ringlets of venom lingered off her lips One could have turned to stone if they gazed too long But for me I would have looked into the eyes of Hades battle mountains themselves just for a glimpse of those smooth emeralds I had come to…
