On perfect nights,
my room is bathed in incandescent hues.
It reminds me of white-vaulted ceilings
and
soft worship music
The air tastes stale,
Your incense clouds my brain,
While white noise fades away.
The hills and valleys of your body are my altar
and I fall to my knees to pray
I can't tell the difference between
your mumbled sweet nothings,
and
Hail Marys
tumbling from a sinner's lips.
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 3:29 PM UTC
Press my ear to your chest,
listen to my favorite song.
In this space we can be,
While knowing this tender act is unholy.
I'll kneel at the altar tomorrow.
Scrub the remnant of your touch from my skin once I leave.
You're a blight on my soul that I can't purge.
God.
My God.
Why hath you forsaken me?
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 3:21 PM UTC
If i was dead.
would heaven let me in? or
would it be black inky darkness i can draw stars on with a pen.
I'm just contemplating it,
not committing or planning;
but earthy ties and bounds just get so, so tiring,
if, I was dead.
6 feet under,
kicked the bucket,
and any other phrase that makes it easier to process;
in the end.
will it even matter?
or in 20 years will i say
"i was such a depressed mother ******
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 9:54 AM UTC
Smell the cotton and sleep.
I rest in my silver casket
and You, play blind
craving to hold My skin.
Stop.
Read your every line and know;
Im still here.
so near;
Please. Dont Leave.
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 10:21 AM UTC