Outcast and lonely, she seemed to enjoy the cold. Her eyes closed beside warm fires, sleeping soft and beautiful. The night became morning with obscure references for hope.
At the end of the shadows, looking for an escape, she peered out of herself and whispered, “Is this a prison?”
She said, “you should have never been born.” I heard, “you have been alive, now go to hell and be gone.” I slept on this, that night. For love and loss, I […]
You can laugh when you’re perfectly still. The rain seemed to die. In the light of the moon, I felt an emptiness and I melted into an ocean of water, […]
Oh, so disturbing, these clothes soiled with brilliance. I had been lost like an excuse. Take me in your arms. I’ve been sleeping in the cemetery, searching the attics for […]
Gradually, the demands lessened. Content in the darkness, I opened my heart. My eyes heavy, I could no longer feel him.
He is careful of us, next to each other, overexposed in sheets. Our bodies touching and visible between tongues of flame. With an anguished expression, we intended to burn.
I’m afraid of smiles like drugs and red roses. I’m afraid of hand-me-downs, laundered with love, and worn white carpets. I’m afraid of beautiful memories, rusted and broken. I’m afraid […]
Uncomfortably cold, she didn’t sleep. She was on her knees, beside the fireplace. The bright warmth of fire and stars made her want to cry. Burning, she shuddered. The heat […]
Endless winter, a curious mixture of ghostlike grace, the dark, and patient cold. Their clothes soaked. Shivering, she found the feeling like turning her back on god.
Wandering in veins, a residue of passion. Our bones remember temping fruits, ancient trees with a knowledge of good and evil. You are here to drink your fill.
Fire glistens until my eyes crack, wet soaking the sky. The morning sun drinks the burnt parts of my soul, like water. My lips, painful so afraid this burning will […]
They are both drunk and she never sleeps. She wanted him against the pillows. Struggling, he didn’t seem to know he was so cold. She could see things. His heart, […]
You exist pinned to the mirror while letters pile up like time and birthdays.
The world is horrible and life is beautiful spoken in the same breath that breathes dark beside light. In comfort, he told me poetry composed the world.
I started home. I pulled. I broke. It cracked. I breathed in the utter stillness of sunlight, warm honey, and skin. Slowly, I could feel elegant pain and a delicate […]