Bursting with light, above, dimmer and darker as I go the hollow heart of the pitch-black night beats down below. sounds and sights… absence of light… Lover's vows and sighs and reds and frights and pulses and beggary and payoffs too slight… Wings to carry me away from the void and into the hole up … Continue reading Wing Deprivation
Give your eyes to me as you will, eventually. Surrender… Surrender… Raise the white banner and surrender and surrender it all onto me. Give your sighs to me as you will, willingly. Not so tender… Not so tender… Raise the white banner with a canticle the canticle of misery and say it with me: "You … Continue reading Eyeless You
In my hands, I hold the carrion jewel refined carefully from the pieces you left out in the cold. It will now be sold for my weight in wounds. (stitches that only consume… gleaming omega gold…) Smile and pause put life on hold; balance it on the cutting edge and ask who was the cause. … Continue reading Omega Gold
I guess the knot slipped further down the spiral. Chokehold downfall chasm deep and the screams below kill my sleep. (this is a rude awakening) You boarded the windows shut but I opened them back up dispelled your shadows and then, got to the discarding on this beautiful morning your gifts and your relics and … Continue reading Two-Bit Noose
Brooch in the ribcage like a shawl, your rage draped over your shoulders, gets heavier and bolder. Truth heels, silhouettos clacking over tongues that are stained with lipstick colored in gossip green. I wear these pulses like favorite shirts that I despise every other minute. Ivory distress dress bought with sacrifice pearls fishnet-clad duress patterned … Continue reading The Skeleton Clothing Line
She is the mask and please don't ask how beautiful she is deep beneath it all. One-woman masquerade, she never stops to speak and dances a whole floor all by herself, all by her lonesome. She is the mask that you kept in a flask to break out when tremors take your hands. One-woman masquerade … Continue reading She is the Mask
Strip me naked, down to the bones candy-coat the sickness and leave me alone just don't go for the nooses are waiting for us so let's dance, let us dance let me dance Oh, this sick little jig it's not going to cleanse the stains that I have all over my hands and I would … Continue reading This Last Dance
I try to catch your eyes from right outside the window I'm staring through and looking in I can see you crawl... ...and I know that you never felt it. (You wanted to feel anything anything at all besides the cold) I wandered out into uncharted territories and the forest of retrospect still beckoned me … Continue reading The Cold
(sometimes I feel like a soulless body) I'm just a doll that sheds button tears: there are nooses in my hair and halos in my braids (sometimes I feel like I can feel again) I don't have a soul, just my fears and I may seem whole but nobody is what they appear (and sometimes … Continue reading Sometimes I Feel
I yearn for a voice that can shout the lies and hum the pretty voids and pour out of my eyes I want to. I want you. I want to vomit my soul to relinquish all control I yield... Why this weakness? Because the ones that lay forgotten never forget; because they arise from within … Continue reading Gone
