I am burdened by the thought of you, you with your four-letter word, pinpricks under the skin. It is calamus and brine. No real appeal to the endearment aside from the fact that you rip the soul apart- limb from limb. You are a fate worse than death. Holding figures on red threads, the promise of that…
alveolus chains
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.
bonds
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.
fevers
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
litho
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…
ribbons
It still smells of you when you leave, spicy jasmine coupled in with shots of honey. It’s always made me haywire, blood pulsing, turpentine lodged in my throat every time I inhale. Picturing hands splayed, hair a black mass of matter consuming my bed. I feel like sand upon the beach, being swallowed up by waves, sun rays laughing at my drowning. There’s an…
honey
The only sweet he knows is saccharine, too cloying to be of honey but enough to satiate that bud of masochism low in her stomach. It works out for them that way, when they're teetering on the edge. The grand finale; showing how careful he is by hitting hard enough until cream skin is stained…
temples
they always come in twos two devils keen on ruining me And they are so sweet So willing are those brutes to drown me in beseech make my body a temple for sin licking crimson across my skin
circles
wednesday finds me easily enough pitted between wanting and wanted you used to be nearer so much closer than you are now it is a pity you’ve gone around not much further than before you never wait long sometimes you wait too long but we always end up back here
numb
Maybe it says a lot about me, wanting to constantly feel this bone satiating numbness. Oh, it’s so welcoming. It doesn’t tease me at all, barely even beckons me with words; I fall pliant by merely the thought of it.
parasite
One would think it was raining petals out here the way that dust transfigured the air It reminded me of you- clear, white skies, parasitic- the only way I could describe I would rather be blocked from all sight of you
letter-
Perhaps it was the miles in-between us that took you away from me; Or perhaps it was just myself that pushed you away. I started seeing your face everywhere, it was so cruel darling. My lips would go numb just from the simple thought of you. This glass filled with two fingers of brown- I…
the moth & the flame
You tasted like sunlight Something warm a little dangerous like liquor coursing through your blood searing into your veins I loved you that way hot and heady completely enthralled rays sticking to me like a moth to a flame You eat me right up
consume
This sadness eats away at me locks its fingers around my throat and squeezes- tightens just so- you make it so hard to breathe
will it bloom this year?
One dandelion, two growing from that root, root planted right at your foot You receive three petals, four gobbling up stalks of stems- stem stalks shaped of hyacinth I was four- fed foul leaflets Spoonfuls of blushing yellows, blazing lilacs Consuming, it’s dissolving Seven shattered Oed’ und leer…
