Shrouded in deep purple fear and billowing clouds of crimson shame,
I sat on the floor, a trembling moth in still air.
I swallowed. The taste of bile remained.
My warmth flowed out of my body into the icy bathroom tiles, escaping rapidly through cracks in my split-open soul.
She sat beside me, quiet, waiting.
After an eternity, I nodded to her with a shaky breath.
She helped me gently off the floor and guided me to her bed, tucking herself behind me to become my tight cocoon.
With my head rested against her chest, I heard her blood pounding through her, but her breaths were slow, controlled.
The fibers of my muscles remained tense, straining to compensate for my spirit - raw, exposed, vulnerable.
Her small, soft fingers ran through my tangled hair,
drips of golden honey appearing as she began to hum.
Her radiant honey oozed from the smooth, full notes of her voice and dripped between sharp fragments of my shattered porcelain.
The clock tutted at us from the wall, approaching the third hour of morning, but she held my shards together tenderly and unhurried.
The fight drained from me as she sang her sweet melody.
A puddle of purple and crimson beneath me. Pieces, tenderly held.
Her pure, glimmering honey meandered through my etched cracks and between my too-prominent ribs to replace my purple and crimson.
She sang the life back to me, held me together with her sturdy grace.
She waited as the liquid gold began to solidify and I began to feel closer to whole once more.
She - who loves me laughing, who loves me dancing - loves me messy, too.
Mar 22, 2022
Mar 22, 2022 at 6:17 PM UTC
first wake up
after my first break up
she was my first kiss for love's sake
she left a little emptiness in her wake
but mostly just relief
and opportunity to turn a new leaf
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
lights kept off
in the shower
have you heard this one before?
find a mirror,
watch me cower,
I'm sure you've heard this one before.
bold in public,
hiding something?
this one shakes me to the core.
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 1:57 AM UTC
lesbian is not a swear word
it's not ***** or absurd
but even now it's hard to say
and that makes me feel unheard.
society seems to think
perhaps it is some creepy man's kink
so I considered the sound an obscenity
the word itself deviltry
instead of an identity.
therefore I steadily
rejected my tendency
to find girls hard to resist
because it felt like weaponry,
when two girls kissed
instead of just a way people like me exist
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 4:22 AM UTC
Bees by the river
butterfly wings quiver
wind in the trees
her eyes full of dreams
cause as she sat in the flowers
bathed in sunlight for hours
her world was at peace
and the hummingbird seemed
to know
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 12:08 PM UTC
I make cheap Mc Food for you and her
But don't have too much unless you'd prefer
that I become your Mc Murderer
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
through your forest of pills
I look on with chills,
watching you navigate life's biggest hills;
The day's ever closer
that you'll need a donor,
far in the future if luck comes with clovers.
I hope I can heal your body,
and be your mending patch.
I hope to be your carbon copy,
so that I can be your match.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC
I love the way you touch my skin
and smile in the face of sin
gliding, graceful fingertips
I need your soft kiss on my lips
Our chances at heaven are at this point risky
but hell's just gonna be one big party
I'd rather kiss ***** in blazing hell
than sit in heaven under God's dull spell
Let our lipstick mix
as we sweetly disgrace the crusafix;
what's more divine
than the way our fingers intertwine
as we watch the moon shine
and drink satan's red, red wine
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
I'm free
happily bathed in masculinity
makeup feels okay now
dresses are fine somehow
it's like it makes up for
the girliness
with a little splash of free
and happy masculinity
long hair was suffocating
now I feel myself breathing
pink feels less toxic
lipstick's less obnoxious
now I'm living freely
with just a little butch masculinity
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
time passes
up spring the growing grasses
and later, flowers bloom
in pleasant, vibrant shades
shoving away the gloom
as the last of fall fades,
leaving in swirling, leafy parades
as the year goes by,
the grasses slowly grow golden as they die.
the peaches swell
and popsicles do well,
cherries bring that summer smell...
I love the change,
the fresh and the new,
but sometimes it's strange
when the seasons are persistent
and there's nothing consistent
to forever cling to
I'm grateful for the mild California seasons
giving me reasons
to get used to change,
how thankful I really am
to l love the strange
when life hits me with a big, fat yam.
what to do with a yam, I was pondering,
yam-aid isn't a thing-
but then I realized
I'm just **** here wandering
until I make my life customized,
unique, ready to go with the flow
where life and yams take me, I'll readily go
now I sure am glad for the seasons
that give me reasons
to get used to change,
and to love the fresh, the new, and the strange
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC