pt1 I see the crevices where my mind has changed route Where the blood has stopped flowing and changed direction To kill off the illusion of rage and hypocrisy There’s a skin shed in the corner of the room no one speaks of it but me Who’s skin is that? Who was left so empty?Continue reading “Skin Show”
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Lady Lemon
Wrap me up Wrap me up In something white and dry Wipe my eyes Wipe my eyes These tears have gone awry What have I done Exposing my bare breasts Weave Lemons into silk Melt Tin cans into platinum Bake Mud into a feast They dare say it They dare exclaim But hereContinue reading “Lady Lemon”
Bad Thoughts
They trickle in underneath the floor boards Like a plague sent by Moses These aren’t the crippling ones they’re the ones that make you crave spoiled milk When you least expect it they make you question if spoiled milk is really spoiled The dew on the leaves drip drip drip lifting you beneath the leavesContinue reading “Bad Thoughts”
Double Slit
Twinkling teeth head over heels His smile got me weak in the knees I made him mine I MADE him mine Wedding bells perfection Miscarriage miscarriage miscarriage
She is
She’s got magic under her fingertips waiting to be unleashed She glances up and manipulates the entire sea when she cries a black hole of sadness warps everything in her path. When she’s happy as a Daisy the waters recede which could cause drought for days and days the pendulum swings from her to I causing downContinue reading “She is”
She’s deep though
(Before she rids all things beauty) There she was dressed to the T Name brand from head to toe: Jeans snug, just a kiss of cleavage showing She’s mastered the art of beauty Because she’s terrible at everything else and her mind’s not like the others She hides behind mesmerizing curves, and charms, and niceness Why? because notContinue reading “She’s deep though”
Skirts
There is nothing here this is a blank sheet that needs my creativity, only my well has run dry or my muse has gone on vacation. It’s in you, your life is an inspiration but my life is dull dull dull and all I want is to write write write: no bars or small talk, onlyContinue reading “Skirts”
Shrouded
Shrouded The air is thin here among the musk and dirt my body veiled in cloth. I’d prefer not to be. There’s a nakedness I crave that isn’t available to all. This nakedness, this madness is divinity hoarded with chocolates and tea. There’s incessant knocking knocking pounding and glass shattering I open my hands andContinue reading “Shrouded”
To be
While I pick at this mold I’m asked What do you want to be A fluffy cloud? Nah, it’s too late A pipe? Nah, my arms are growing tired. Well what do you want to be? I wish to remain shapeless without form not caste in a womb and fired in a kiln I wishContinue reading “To be”
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