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Living Trails

I found Eden in your eyes, stories of forbidden love, temptation, and betrayal in your glances. You have a familiar face as I have a serpent’s venom trailing in my blood, black poison bubbling in my heart and leaking from my pen, a chronic low grade fever gnawing at my soul’s infected edges, black poison […]

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Transfer

I jailed my inner shadow inside my pen. That dark beast howls as I make him bleed. I click my pen and cut him, he pours from the slices, click, click, cut, cut, I am mad. I am mad. I got my fingertips stained with ink. I love this murder weapon. Now, he rises from […]

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Seasons

I felt all four seasons with you. Spring in your touch, summer on your lips, fall in your embrace, winter on your tongue. Don’t leave me in a state of blankness. * I feel spring in your touch, desires flourish within me, leaves tingle as they sprout, roses bloom and I place them on your […]

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temple

You carry your pain like a shattered halo under your tongue, your words sometimes get caught in it and fester there. When you don’t speak I know you need me to untie your infection with the religion you find in my mouth.

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Wishing Well

You are my wishing well, and I place all my wishes in you. My kisses send forbidden desires to fall into your liquid heart like coins. I listen to their splashes, making a wish with each one, They ripple from your heart to the rest of your body, waves of lust, you fill. I came to […]

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Dog Days

We will chase your dreams together like two savage dogs, they won’t get away, even if we end up with blood on our teeth.

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Windows

You did not like the view, but our love was just the window, shielding you from the elements you disliked and providing security from what is beyond. You complain that you did not like the view, but our love was just the window, and you never learned that, so the curtains closed, and what you […]

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h o p e

I hang on to hope and hope hangs me.

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Dolls

I collected lovers. Memories of them like pretty dolls. A cabinet full in my mind. I can’t get rid of these memories and I can’t touch these dolls. They’re staring at me from behind the glass cabinet doors, and I always find myself apologizing to them.

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shattered

I’m just a shattered human held together by your saliva’s glue, and I keep sniffing the air like a wild dog, getting high on what holds me together. No one kisses you like me, because  nobody needs you like me. It’s more animalistic than lust, it’s survival.

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