Espresso curls an glacier eyes
Luscious curves vowing demise
Voice like a siren
Aura like a god
Her presence is music
Clear water and crop
Pay tribute and lay
Your pain at her feet
She’ll wash it with honey
Turn poison to mead
She’s the birth of the sun
As well as its death
Inspiration and despair
Both lay in her breath
Mistress of prophecy
Salvation and slaughter
She brings divine justice
Apollo’s daughter
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 7:36 PM UTC
Lustful eyes
And hateful gazes,
Admiration,
Disdainful faces.
For youth and for beauty —
Jealous and vain —
But hate can’t reach me
As I shake my mane.
Animals of pride and lust,
Craving for control…
But I’m my own. You’ll never have me —
A taste, but never whole
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 11:19 AM UTC
I don’t want to die,
I want to cease to exist.
To never have been born
And never have lived
For my soul and body to disappear
For any memory of me to be gone
To dissolve into nothingness and
Never have been anything at all
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 12:23 PM UTC
I smell rain and wet pavement
and sun
As I dance and I float
and I run
I hear laughter and cries
and song
As the sky’s colors bleed
into dawn
I watch as purples and pinks
fade away
As calm blue settles
over the day
I feel fresh air and dirt
underneath
As the spring I’ve so missed
breaks through the trees
I taste sweet berries and love
on my tongue
As freedom and bliss burn through me
like ***
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 11:35 AM UTC
That little red dress
I don it for you
Not to impress
To dazzle the room
I float and I dance
Pulling you in
Unsteady in your stance
The lights shine dim
The way I move
Like liquid sin
Our bodies speak truth
As it’s always been
That little red dress
You’re nervous to touch
I yearn for the feel
Of your body so much
The silk dances with me
Higher and higher
Your eyes flash with hunger
Tragic and dire
My lips painted red
Eyes blue like the sea
I’m willing to bet
You’re picturing me
That little red dress
Discarded on the floor
A mess of sin and silk
We’re touching core to core
Deep and desperate
We’re burning bright
Prayed and manifested
For this summer night
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 3:18 PM UTC
She stands in the mirror
All curls and fake smiles
Wishing to be recognized
Or wishing that she dies
The practiced words “I’m good, and you?”
Rolling from red lips
A mind that doesn’t know the truth
A heart shattered to bits
What is good?
What is bad?
What is life?
She asks
Am I good?
Am I bad?
Am I alive?
She asks
A life is a pulse
A heartbeat, right?
Then why do I feel
Like I’m dead inside?
She stands in the mirror
All ruffles and skirts
Pleasing her narrative of life
Pleasing, although it hurts
A pretty corpse
With pretty clothes
Pretty hair
With pretty bows
You look at her
And see her pure
Innocent
And kind
She looks at herself
And sees hatred and pain
Maggots and flies
Behind beautiful eyes
You call her an angel
She calls herself rotten
You think she is seen
She feels she’s forgotten
By heaven and hell
Forgotten alike
No place to go
No place to die
So she stands in the mirror
Trapped in reflection
By the imagined curse
Of imperfection
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 5:34 AM UTC