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…
Wicked wings slosh springs placing seeds into blossoms my sun turns to hell
It’s funny isn't it? The fire burning in our eyes, people's eyes, and then at once that flame could go away. I once breathed in the fresh air that flowed through my hair, took in the smell of the deep aroma. Your shadow casting its own spell upon me. It reminded me of calla…
These words are what we hold onto what we long for We think if we say them enough hear them often then we would be filled immensely But there’s hate in that four little word Malice and jealousy it’s what makes you crave to hear it, darling It’s like calling…
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…
“Tell them that you weren't hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranates seeds because they tasted like blood, like love.” -Pauline Albanese You had the taste of lust written across your lips it was there etched into your eyes Pomegranate shaped orbs that made me crave to pick that seed up and…
