I sharpen my knives on teeth I grew myself. Your words don’t sink deep enough into my flesh anymore. I have grown so accustomed to my own blood drawings. Tiny pinpricks that build up into black scars on fingertips. You, O-Kagachi, Serpent of separating and falsehoods. The trails or trials, you lay, of silver, and…
Month: September 2018
Shore/Sure
Lungs Filling- sulfur and spit. I felt your hand play over my head again and tug at the strings, long dead thoughts blooming into vapid decay, as your fingers twisted knots into my thoughts. I could spill over. Fill that void with self- loathing and hate. enough to fill it to its brim and overflow…
Goodnight
Though, you may not even read this, I hope that the night finds you well. I think of that message you sent me, the one with the two sleeping, synchronized breathing and I feel a softness in my head and can’t help but pick my thumb at my own foolishness. I love you. I’m sorry.
a soliloquy in endless parts
The king in yellow is not so alone. My glassen castle Wrapped in piano strings. Sword of Damocles high above, teetering and a final out in my endless search for happiness. Maybe I should give in, step down from this mantle resume my position as dirt. worms feeding upon my flesh, one less burden on…
9 Crimes
Wherein I am found to be lacking scruples of the sort to which they are accustomed. I would drown you, still even now if my hands could grasp your throat. Push you under so quickly, your eyes wouldn’t register the change of medium, until the sting of the water screamed for you to close them….
The one about post cards
Dear stream-soaked love other, I find your flames to be hot and purging. Won’t you fan them at me again? Sink your fangs into my flesh and break that barrier I cling to so desperately. Break open the gate and flood my respite with turmoil. I truly am a coward, and need release from that…
The one about Falling
Iridescent sparks and brass knuckles. penny-pinchers with broken teeth. Are you still breaking hearts and eyes with your gauntlet-laden hand, You of the endless mystery. You are one too many and always so much and I can’t get enough. Rearranging sentences, knowing you will probably get what I mean. Not being afraid to talk about…
Alone
And I thought yesterday was the bad one- It’s strange, being told to leave someone alone. My instinct and gut reaction is to fight it, to push back, because that’s what people always tell me. “You didn’t seem to care” “You didn’t react to anything” Always about my lack of something, not doing enough. but…
Mis-
Under- stand- ing Why do you fight my eyes? They only seek to see your light as warm as it can be. chrysalis [bend and shatter that mirror we look upon] gossamer wings ripped by roots to ashes may again flutter in winds of Rath. as we fear their cry and endless night silver sliver…
SomethingNothing
Would it be so hard to be nothing again? Moon- struck and alone. I see cracks in the light and play that tune again. Its discordance echoes in my head and I feel the sway of the reeds. Say that phrase for me again, wash over my eyes with rose and yellow, so I may…