Eleni

Eleni Dec 2020

Heed this breath.
I want nothing more than your death,
in my mind of endless breadth-
lies no room for interchangeable personas.

Each like a mask, revealing and concealing
Expression and depression of character.
The clarity of ambiguity is rather healing
my past lassitude. My endearing solitude.

The view from up here is grandiose.
Pertaining not to a certain indulgence;
The ores of my throne are ones of perseverance,
of bruised rock polished to lighten my eyes.

Daring to extinguish flames of grace and womanity-
you are a fool.
An image of a cracked woman needs no validation
from the male gaze.
Prepare her horse for the highway of damnation.

The fear of female strength and desire.

Eleni Nov 2020

Angst

In the black of the window
neon and restless lights
continue from the evening
to early morning
Rapid fingers weaving
shapes in the air
which crawl on her skin-
as well as the neighbours shouting from below.

This feeling never seems to stop
a hundred cups of coffee
could not comprehend
The pounding of the chest,
tired and veiny eyes
Symbiotic with the wired mind;
the air is so thick with angst-
piercing the window is not
enough to escape this
virtual reality.

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Eleni Oct 2020

Fossilised

What reassurance did you plant in my mind?
The Garden was not as green as my eyes did justice.

Each time I looked at you- I was astounded.
When our bodies were one- I was grounded.

I would have happily sunk then and there
And became a bejewelled ship wreckage;
Topaz and emerald jewels for poor ghouls,
The shape of us become fossilised;
To be discovered by adventuring romantics.

Eleni Oct 2020

Anointed

Head on the ground.
Not much to see within
this hollowed body,
Swerving around
in the passage of a vacuous aorta.

One look of you-
and my stomach is upside down.
Loud retinas processing
a radioactive image of
heat and danger.

To this Hell, I am bound
if I continue speak and stare.
Hiding in silence is unnervingly peaceful;
until I touch one thread
of your reckless web-

and begin playing
a mind cassette
of the many times
I washed his feet with my hair.

Only to find that
the saviour was a fragrant sinner.

Eleni Aug 2020

Broken Marionette

Some escape, I could pleasure-
For having grieved my obedient self;
A girl to be moulded to have a mind
As narrow as her waist and
Regret not having tasted the sweet fruits
Nature does grant by human rite.

In my weary hours of death
I find myself, petrified, through slow glass-
Shifting and shaking through cruelty.
Heaving and hurling through naivety.
The frozen image of terrified marionette
Who's stare pierces me with a frosty vignette.