Full Bitch Rising Bright White and Callous

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 the

Where’s My Gandalf?

Pretty town, shady green, mostly quiet you’ve made me sleepy. The adventure inside me snores in mesmeric rhythm, content in rest; oh, adventure, the breeze can’t rouse you, only lulls you down, deeper into the catacombs of my heart. The dreams are phantoms–they are Heaven.

because indifference

I don’t hate you, I hate myself instead because indifference is something that escapes me daily. You’ve set up shop inside my head, busy with your hammer and nails; it’s your new occupation, knocking down walls–building a bigger space for you to inhabit because I never could offer enough of myself. I’m not even yours,

Oh, You Poor Girl

I dreamt of you–again. It’s been years, but in my sleep I still recall every feature of your fine pale face and the guttural tone of your voice. I can still smell menthol ciggies, and gin and tonic clinging to your breath. Every night I spend with your phantom banging around inside my head, I

A Letter To Me

Darling dearest, Do you even recognize yourself when you look into a mirror? This transformation of yours, its been a long process in what feels like such a short amount of time. Sometimes you forget your current state and accidentally go to do the things you used to do; like get into your car and

Eternally October

In his dreams, she dances In and out of shadow and luminescence. Her liquescent movements are reminiscent Of a languid flame that once danced for the rose candle, Which now sits cold, useless— Dead since late October.   He breathes deeply scents of Sandalwood and rose, the essence of her hair. He tastes the redolence