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muted garden

Posted on May 21, 2017

The sound garden is muted.
The leaves and petals
have turned black.
The song bird
lays on the ground,
sadness seared
his vocal cords.
His final song
still dangling
from his final breath.
The echo
will rattle
in a city’s
melodic blood.

taste the silence

Posted on May 20, 2017

The words
wash
on the shore of my tongue
cooling me.
There is nothing
to be said.
The words
taste better in my mouth,
I’ll just keep rolling them
like mints,
fresh waves.
Smiling at your anger.

last to first

Posted on May 17, 2017

You were dying

your petals were crackling.

I soaked you with my tears.

It did not help.

I showered you with my blood.

It did not help.

I grabbed you

and buried you

in the red soil of my heart.

You grew within me,

you flourished,

your roots

wrapped around my vital organs

and sipped from the springs of my life.

Your leaves

grew in my lungs.

We now breathe together.

current

Posted on May 16, 2017

My seashell ears
still echo your voice,
the ocean of your words
still crash against my fears,
cutting them into courage.

therapy

Posted on May 15, 2017

I just want a kiss

to taste your memories,

I’ll quench my thirst

with the bad ones,

sipping the salt of your past.

I promise to leave

you with some minty ones,

good times

dripping on your lips,

wet memories

to seal your fractured dreams

so they don’t bleed out

their glowing marrow of hope.

I got you by my teeth.

My tongue

knows hypnosis.

My mouth

is a great therapist.

cut

Posted on May 13, 2017

I cut you
out of my life
and my life was the one
that ended up bleeding.

suffocation

Posted on May 10, 2017

While I am in your hold,

you wrap me up in your dreams,

each shroud of your hopes

tightly against me,

your dreams absorb into my skin.

Your Vicodin voice

numbs me during the transformation.

You tell me how beautiful

I have become.

When you release me,

drenched in your dreams,

metamorphosed into your wants,

will I have your preferred set of flaws?

If so, then for how long?

I can’t keep changing for you.

At some point,

I’ll just drown in

one of your selfish cocoons.

You’ll find me

drenched in dreams

that have spoiled into nightmares,

in a casket of hopes.

Disappointment

Posted on May 9, 2017

I dissected the cocoon

of my sadness,

and within it

I found the corpse

of a butterfly

with your face on it.

escape

Posted on May 9, 2017

During my coldest winter, you flew south.

the one

Posted on May 8, 2017

She bit into a star
like an apple,
licking the light
off her lips,
she owns the night.

You can look for her,
but you will just get lost
in her midnight orchard
of moonlit
black
aether trees.

I wish you the best of luck.

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