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red wine
seeping into
the cream
colored couch
staining its
endless woven
fibers of
silk and
infested cotton,
left for
over a
week with
the look,
more like
smell of
it now.
rotting grape
juice rotting
grape juice?
must be
rotting grape
juice, right?
Don’t look
too hard
(you’ll strain your eyes)
it’s just
a little
red wine
(it’s blood.)

ode to the beast within

she had been on the point of dissolving
misty water
perhaps two feet around her
and that was all
the rest of the world was nowhere,
as far as our eyes were concerned
gone without a whisper
a shadow goes forward
tickling her eardrums
will they attack? whispers a soft voice
butchered
and laid bare,
their faces twitch
hands tremble
eyes wink
very curious
besides being painfully interested,
their faces are quiet
even those who grin,
for seeing someone
–something
draped in dark blue cloth
with bloodshot eyes and sharp ferocious teeth

forgotten

a misty cloud of pungent vapor fills my hardening lungs.
a blistering feeling of dread creeps out from the blush of my lips
–finally–
time is ticking away from those long-lost nights.

there was once a time where i could remember,
the gentle hums of the elder trees
the buzzing of little bumbling bees
a whirlwind of vibrant hues echoing the skies

the cool breeze rippling through my hair in your car at 2 am
smoky scents of burning embers by the fire
laughter that rumbled the whole world.

evergreen leaves form a canopy,
shadowing fresh fields of strawberries forever
peaches dripping down dirty rotten fingertips now.

it’s funny how quickly the soul fades out

helpless

a quiet whisper lingers amuck
sneering eyes crystallize into stinging daggers
and soft laughter ceases
as her potent glow penetrates the door

soaked in misery and delight
that makes them all wonder,
she will bewitch you if you’re not careful
so they say–

maybe it’s the stained locks of hair,
or the claws protruding from her fingertips
that they withhold their rampant curiosities from
but she knows

they come and go truth be told,
sucking the blissful essence from her kindhearted soul
one
by
one
until someday
when there will be–(none)–

prey

a jubilant uproar
swirls in lavender skies
a thunderous clap shrieking
putrid animosity

the blistering hollowed body
a head takes it’s throne upon
devouring innocence
with deceitful laughter and promises

the dim world i drown in
vanishes in seconds
agony turning to childlike wonder
and bliss at your ever gleaming smile

good bones
(a cento)

arms crossed on his chest as if a corpse
which is what i have been doing all day

then i came down into a deep ravine
people were screaming in the streets

there was a slight chill in the air
pulling me down into the dirt

life is short and i’ve shortened mine
when these chains are broken set my body free

at the edge of the forest
positively drowning in obedience

crimson

i saw your letter today.
sitting over there, in a crisp cream-colored envelope
addressed in the deep hues of your pen, staring back at me
waiting for the fool to take the bait

i know how this ends.
your manipulative words will come flooding into my brain once i open the dam
gates of your contained words
buzzing around me like flies around my already rotten corpse–
it’s too late to save the damage that’s been done.

you act as though nothing has happened.
but the gaping hole in the center of my chest
oozing the last remaining drops of crimson red blood from the beating heart you
stole says otherwise.
but i saw your letter today.

the bones of jones
(nonsense)

old gremlin jones
feeds on children’s bones
a sweet delectable feast
for the devious little beast
alone in his tower
he counts down the hour
to munch along
as he sings a silly song
tickle my toes
then bite my wee nose
make the gray geese shriek
nobody knows
how mister moose froze
cause i ate him last week!

i’ll be seeing you

it was like hearing Clair de Lune.
for the first time.
my heart slowed
and time froze
right there and then.
a quiet chill embraced my entire body,
goosebumps making homes above warm flesh,
as this feeling grew deeper and deeper within
unknowingly
dripping sweet and desperate for (your) attention
for a passion, for that feeling,
formed only once in a lifetime.
a tender touch
proceeding a thrilling roar of excitement and joy.

to be seen to be heard to be inside your heart
for mine is already yours.
to touch to speak to be held dearly and true
forever and only with you.
to smile to laugh to spill my aching guts out
for you and only you.
to have and to hold for no reason at all.

(not so) bad

she’s not so bad
she just severed the heart from what’s left of the remains
she’s not so bad
she just craves the eyes of her forbidden lover’s gaze
she’s not so bad
she just poked the belly of the beast with her lies
she’s not so bad
she just is so desperate she flung herself into her own swarm of flies

spring sings
(sonnet)

as winter fades away to welcome spring,
barren lands become alive again,
the birds with joy begin to sweetly sing,
and nature bursts with beauty to remain.

the sun shines bright with golden rays aglow,
and warms the earth with kindness and with grace,
the gentle breeze begins to gently blow,
as Springtime flowers bloom in every space.

the trees, with green leaves budding in the breeze,
unfold their arms and welcome Springtime’s reign,
as life begins anew with gentle ease,
and everything is born again, quite plain.

oh spring, your warmth and love, our soul renews,
and fills our hearts with joy and vibrant hues.