I remember a certain cold
Cold like a scalpel
I remember your face
Illuminated by a Ferris wheel
The aquiline nose and glint in the eyes
Asymmetrical ivory in the mouth
We were bibliophiles
Expounding upon the potency of the written word
Enthralled by each other's soliloquies.
I remember
The moisture, texture, warmth of your lips
Comforting, numbing, exhilarating
The ****** effect of your flesh
Delirium in my bloodstream
The hushed tenor of your voice
Temperate breath tickling the whorls of my ear
Known to me only in a dream.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 3:30 PM UTC
I flicker
between reassuring myself
and planning my funeral
I am violent
I would scratch your eyes
out with spoons
but they're perfection
you belong in formaldehyde
it will preserve you
the seraph who injected
bleach in my veins
but I am queen of the masochists.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 10:31 AM UTC
Black soot
Shrivelled up Cadbury
wrapper eyes
You were not my antidote
You turned a balanced
happy
friendly
spice 'n' all things nice girl
into a hermit with
bloodied fingers, a
self-destructive narcissist
(or did you just
coax her out of her shell)
well
I quit on you
the ****** is the **** spoon
your prose the lighter
your hips the dealer
my heart the coffin.
I cried
I cry
I will cry
Over your constellation swamps
Housing crocodiles
Water-borne diseases
and piranhas
I am naive;
I think my youth protects me.
My youth enslaves me.
Binds me in paper chains.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC