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Posted on February 8, 2018
The fear builds up around me like a yellow elephant-skinned light bulb. I stare around, alert eyes not expecting, amazed as the adrenaline bulb turns on, blazing, eyes being crushed and stomped into bits and pieces by the fiery army boots which are worn by the marching radiant heat worn by two eternally growing, glowing […]
Solace
Posted on February 7, 2018
In the misty shadows of your dark eyes there is a calming refuge unlike any other place, your risen eyelashes spread above me like two black roofs, putting everything below them in an engulfing shadow, protecting me from this scorching life. Looking up, seeing two giant white moons, shining their soothing light on me, a […]
Silent Salute
Posted on March 20, 2017
In the black womb of the night. I stepped into itm and see the infant stars around me, looking at them, umbilical cords of darkness tie us into place. I become nourished by the sky’s cold breath, it flows through those black cords like nutritious blood, until coldness and darkness cannot be separated, in me […]
Petal-Stabbed Moon
Posted on March 16, 2017
The pain you make me feel is like a flowery moon with poison nectar pouring from the craters of its rocky petals. The sticky nectar lands on me, gluing my eyes shut, trickling around my neck and forming a syrupy noose. which chokes me. The poison nectar pours around me, forming a golden casket, entombing […]
nightfall
Posted on February 28, 2017
black night guillotine slaughters the day with one strike blood stars splattering
Sweet Insomnia
Posted on February 6, 2017
At night you come rustling my brain, that broken tree, causing memories to fall from lobe branches, sweet reminiscent fruits that splatter everywhere. My soul leans on the tree trunk taking bites of the fallen fruit, sweet memories dripping all over my soul’s hands and face. I need to sleep. I need to forget you. […]
Ink Monsters
Posted on February 6, 2017
No matter how happy you make me, you will never take away my treasure chest of pain. I open it every night and let the monsters out, they dance on these pages, leaving words as footprints. I follow their footsteps and get lost in their madness. I love you, but know your place.
loss
Posted on January 3, 2017
dark repugnant thoughts are the noose from which an angel hangs herself in the red closet of my heart