love note
Posted on January 8, 2017
Dear Death,
Thank you for seeing me last night.
I liked your earrings.
The sun in one ear.
The moon in the other.
Stars like freckles
on the skies of your cheeks.
Your lips wet with juice
from the forbidden fruit,
you know how I feel about your kisses.
Your hair is so lush,
a black waterfall,
which like bath water,
wrinkles my skin
while your icy breath
leaves its white frost in my hair.
Your eyes
like two silver mirrors
that hold
me or my reflection captive,
I don’t know which one.
I have
your taste on my lips,
I roll your secrets
in my mouth,
leaving me with a sweet tongue.
You have
my skin under your nails,
I am now a part of your touch.
Sorry, I left in the morning
without saying goodbye.
I am just not ready.
It’s not you, it’s me.
Love,
M.
a girl named iris
Posted on January 6, 2017
The angel cried in rainbow,
colored droplets
flowing from her eyes,
coloring my black and white world.
I kept her crying.
The angel cried in rainbow
until she had no more tears,
so she broke her halo
and scattered the last of her colors
into my black and white world and
I still wonder why she left.
Restless Rest
Posted on January 5, 2017
Placed my tired old bones
in my flesh’s shelf
my soul began polishing them
and saw its wrinkled reflection
in my femur.
It threw its head back and
started laughing
at my brain’s skyscape above it,
silly neuron stars.
i storm
Posted on January 3, 2017
i storm,
my crackling heart:
the eye of the storm.
I will drench you
with my sweetest dreams
until you decay into a nightmare.
parting gift
Posted on January 3, 2017
My soul was a vase
and you were the flower,
you got taken by another.
The water spoiled within me,
drowning my dreams,
fracturing my heart,
red remnants
settled at the vase’s floor,
next to your fallen thorns.
the space between us
Posted on January 3, 2017
I took the starlight highway,
black atmospheric asphalt,
celestial highway markings.
I found her
nestled in her own galaxy.
She reached over,
turned off the stars,
and in the darkness
I felt the light.
flourish
Posted on January 3, 2017
If you love her petals
without loving her thorns,
then you never loved her petals.
She’s but one flourish.
Shiver
Posted on January 3, 2017
Raindrops emanating your whispers,
wet murmurs.
My mouth open to the sky.
echo
Posted on January 3, 2017
Time zones, oceans,
and even the heavens
can divide us,
but your voice
will always echo with my pulse.