Pez-darling
She wears hickeys on her neck like a string of pink pearls, a gift from her beau, relics of kisses spun visible from the passion in her lover's breath. In French class someone says "L'amour est vraiment chere." and she pulls down her collar to let her baby bruises show for her seatmate to see, like a bride showing off her diamond ring. Love bites like candy, a string of rubies on her collarbones. She feels expensive as hell.
She sleeved her wrists in red tiger stripes
criss crossing into one million X's, into
one millions warnings to go away,
one million chalk lines marking the time spent
living a life that was dead.
We treat others as we want to be treated.
How long must she have been pining
to leave?
His prickly blue eyes were like lock picks in the way they sneaked up on you. When his gaze bore down on you those two tiny cyclones would silently work their way into yours and down through your pulse, creeping with each beat, quietly unlocking the chambers of your heart without you so much as realising. Only after he is gone do you realise that your heart has been left open and your soul is pouring out in a long slow trickle that follows him down the street. The underside of your skin buzzes with pins and needles.
Lost in this desert
I must imagine the sand
as a billion crushed up gem stones
Still the latent sparkling
grows dull and barren to the mind
after a while
Lost in this desert
I must imagine the sand
as a billion crushed up gem stones
Still the latent sparkling
grows dull and barren to the mind
after a while
crumbled secrets and fragmented emotions
drip through my veins
like shards of glass
pricking at my insides
sparkling through my skin
Perhaps if all the world were made of diamonds
they would be less beautiful to us
All I know of myself is a reflection
scintillas of sugar snap crispness
refracting syllables of light
a shattered image
a crumbled figure given clarity in a sheath of crystals
yet my vampire soul remains
occult and thoroughly clandestine
never denoting itself
in photon forms
Shards
I'm waiting for the boy like liquid nitrogen
Who freezes roses in a single caress.
Who lets them fall
and shatter.
the heart
is glass
Your words
made cracks
the shards: splintered
in my tears
the skin
is thin
like cotton sheets
your silence
leaves me
threadbare
sleep tight baby on the ocean floor
may the soft waves carry you forever more
may the kisses of the fishes sing the body's law
sleep tight baby ever more
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