Dark cottony clouds the color of greying lilacs glide across the sky.

Her thundering footsteps roll in your direction.

Leaves shiver in anticipation

The burn of the lowering sun barely peaking through.

Rain taps at your window with her soft fingertips, begging for your hand.

When you visit with her for the night.

Her warm inviting scent lingers in your throat.

You dance together

Stomping in the puddles no rain boots needed

Your socks get soaked through and there might even be a cold on its way

Yet you regret not a single moment with her

Your wet hair hangs in your face

Mixing with your little grin, seconds tick by like hours

You are her only lover  

She does damage then dashes but you will still love her tomorrow

Even when she’s gone she is still in the leaves and gutters.

Traces of her stay remain on the leaves, becoming morning dew at sunrise.

One negative word paired with your name and I know I will never breathe properly again

You will poke holes in each of my lungs until with every exhale I am whimpering your scent  

You will staple my lips shut and rip them out when I am willing to moan your name

Squeeze my heart with your calloused palms until it only beats for you  

You will shock my system with jumper cables until you are the only thing I find electric  

Cut off my toes and break my feet so that I can never leave you

You will bound my fingers with sewing needles until I am willing to sign myself away to you

And finally, if I ever get away, you will excavate my brain, so I can never truly leave

Little whimpers escape your lips as your fingers reach toward the moon

Your wrists are gripped and forced against brick

Breaths coming and going quickly

Yelps from your throat leave you raw

Teeth in your neck leave you rigid

Aching, eyes drooping

Cold and heavy

You drop

Velvet fingertips taste your lips, followed by lace hearts.

Listening to dusty thoughts across the room, soft and grainy notes of a record.

Peach cheek brushes against yours, and those silk lips whisper beautiful nothings.

Those velvet fingertips follow your profile, leaving a warm flush.

These shots were never taken by chance

They were of anger taken under sunshine

This smoke can oh so muddle your view of the truth

They use smoke of their own to hide their intentions



But the truth can be seen rolling by, glinting red

The weapon of black turns their eyes white 

One shines with tears; the other dull and *****

The greedy man hides the youth of all seventeen



It could have been stopped

And the young could continue

This is preventable

But he continues to enable



His smiles are swamp green

His words are shiny gold

But he hides it all behind his suit of blue

Heavy droopy eyes, an anchor attached to each as I pay for the night.

Warm and soft lines of light beam through the cracked blinds,

Coffee’s caffeine buzz and sweet sticky taste of syrup to the nines.

The scent of pastel pink roses and vibrant color of morning glories on their vines,

Eyes darting through a book so intensely, I might miss a few lines.

Clear and gentle waves tickling my ankles while the water glitters and shines,

Soft blue sky filled with beautifully shaped clouds, some of the rarest finds.

Horizons fire tones and warm glow of the ending day it reminds,

To my heart this place quickly binds.

And keeps my heart as I leave to continue this trip the next night.

Not one true

Just a guise  

Bid adieu  

To her flies



A self sentence,

Or so they said.

With no defense,

Dracula took her head.