Belonging to a snake goddess with heliotrope wings Endless rains and whispered grass notes. Walk towards an end that neither can justify or fathom. Sparks of cyan lit our own embers into halos of thorns and wrenched-loose holiness. What wings we have had are now charred and beaten. The winds not strong enough to scatter…
Author: Torrey
Storm Water
Name it what you will, it knows itself before all, stuttered secret songs Come and see me in the morning, I’ll be in the sunlight. Dreams of slow songs and empty fields. You bit my neck, I woke up to it stinging still. wide eyes and shallow breaths I felt a small death then
Time capsules
the pit I must have dug for this small bundle of fears and regrets was not deep enough. Today I saw the water as it rushed towards me. – I know how to float. I don’t need to drown again, once more. Things have never been the same.
Dunce
You’re throwing fire but is it even me you’re trying to burn? speak your words, love. let them ring out. I’ll heed your calls, but you must make them. – Are these echoes or answers crashing around the walls of my head this time
Seek not
A crooked crown, placed by your own hands. Pale gold and moss. Kingslayer, you who broke the stones of the fountain. Cracked the very tiles you stood upon for your proclamations of self and peace. True names elude your tongue, and you can not force them to kneel to you anymore. The wind will not…
Breeze
It is 4 am and I woke dreaming of you. Laced with holly and lavender -purple does looks so nice on you I felt rips inside my chest and couldn’t breathe again. Moon dropped tears of spite and scorched bridges are what we have here. Yours alone, but I am afraid of being alone. Locked…
Breaker
I have run down a beast of my own Faustian desires. I must slice open its jaw, and rip the bone from it- Append it to my own. – Currents forced my fingers into place and I did what they said. Chasms in my life that were filled by sod and spit. What bargains they…
piezoelectric
sparks and cracks I feel them on lines I can’t see beneath my own skin. The hierarchies you swore to not exist have fallen into common use. their ranks ever filled by the same.
Plaster Saint
I see now Job’s dilemma, if from the other side. Disappoint me, as I have you. — I should know better, than to trust. grapevine fires or summer skin It doesn’t matter. You’ll justify your means for this end no matter. I know enough of enough tongues to curse my self more than others may
Walls no one can climb
Pillars of Salt and secondhand regret. I feel your heartbeat in every song. Let me sing the words unto pages no one will read. Dig with my pen, scratch a feeling into dead wood and hope you’ll understand. Pollen clouds- Hark our voice will rise above This wind is not of change, but Rath. Sodom…