She wore fuchsia, once upon a time; a color for him alone, now cast away by her design. But she’s still crazy for a life imagined, a life tossed out to float on, infinitely; now the echoes rattle her rib cage. Echoes, fuchsia painted.
Go on, and draw those Roman shades; it’s not the sun you owe in spades, but the moon. She does come tonight, so see that those shades are pulled tight– Roman shades for blocking the sun, but the moon? Oh, this will be fun! An oath to the white you did make, and sanity theContinue reading “Full Bitch Rising Bright White and Callous”
Acerbic tongue, Acetic I kissed you once Now vinegar flows through my veins
Sad for no good reason, I listen to music that fuels my mood Because I feel like feeling lonely And reflecting upon everything and nothing at all. Do you ever hear a song that goose bumps your flesh? That speaks to your soul? A song that tears you down and builds you up Both atContinue reading “Glued”
Thick crust long and deep Color of crisped bread crumb coating You began as a crimson bead A perfect little blob of blood Love’s deed It did prick again And again, plunged deeper each time New blood building upon the old Across my chest crispy coating Love’s bold Brazen behavior I should haveContinue reading “Rip It Off”
He is a liar. “Now that I know you,” the Scorpion had sworn, “I can never unknow you. Should you ever leave me lonely, I promise I will not live.” But he is still breathing, five thousand miles away, brooding beneath the rolling grey skies that belong to my darling seaside city. I often imagine hisContinue reading “His Oath Fulfilled”
Yesterday I was young, Eyes bright that never grew tired– Bold eyes comprised of winter water From the great grey North Sea. Cal-i-for-ni-ahh beach Skin, sun kissed–mwah! Childish Feet earth dirty, and grass stained toenails. Yesterday I was young, And my hair was golden, Blinding strands, whirly twirly in The breeze. I wasContinue reading “Yesterday I Was Young”
He visits the beachfront every night And shouts her name at the ireful sea. He stands at the rock-strewn coastline, His tall frame stooped and shaking As the frigid tides break before him. He laments the woman who haunts him— The Archer, a living ghost. His heartache is a fury that its vesselContinue reading “In the Black”