You are the reason I cannot breathe. Nailed my mouth shut With the harpy’s claws- A catalyst for Self destruction And reimagined mutilation Of my eyes with whitened knives that sprout from your soft hands. How many layers of bone and blood have gone into the weapons you use? What a dire end must they…
dead nerves
trace the line they make from foot to floor- my skin crawls with the shock of feeling again and you can’t take this from me. willow bark for my head- never enough, though, for my heart. crush the leaves i gather in my hands. An offering to you, love, something to whet the incessant swelling…
Fall-En
Scorched, like the eyes of my former self. Divinity pouring from your fingertips- how wholly you have come to encompass a part of myself I don’t really need. I forget where I’ve come from at times and you remind me- It doesn’t matter. We all end up in the pit. What wrath have I incurred…
Heavy
These stones Sweat with suffering Like all I have ever seen. You speak of divine faces from the ashen Places between But you leave your tears Streaming into wells That none draw from.
oh
disaster has fallen upon my shoulders. I know of the things that will hurt me- how they flutter around, caged, held back by time and memory’s ever closing eyes. Best friend, The years have taken you from me. Replaced by another again as before, how old wounds stay ever fresh when you will pain into…
Today
I chanced to look at the past; it’s written forms so eternal, so long as I choose. You told me you pick the quotes that remind you of me and I didn’t realize what that meant at the time. So unquestioning a faith, so unutterable a love. “I have found what you are like, …
Dredging
The start of something Aries- your crown, alight and free, holds you back from the true connections you seek. bury your ego with warmth and water and let something greater simmer out of it. Taurus- Into the fray, boldly, or not at all- picking up the pieces you only feel you need. Not caring how…
Slowing my own heartbeat
Bring me the tide -so I may refresh myself in salt that is worth the effort. I miss the ocean, though I haven’t really known it. Much like I miss myself. What drowned gods need I pray to for exhalation of the water beneath my skin in vapour waves and almost-touched mist? Cover my eyes…
implore
What intrinsic circuitry is the human supposed to have? Where might I find the switch that sends sparks of accomplishment down the neural pathways I so lovingly have been made to maintain by a force, or lack of force, above Do you remember being asked if you wanted to be born?
Juvenile
This is the price we pay toiling under the dual suns of Expectation and Responsibility. When one sets, we work for the other. Will night ever come?