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  Jun 2018 Corvus
Midnight Rain
skin of my bones
once too gentle,
too soft, too delicate  

but no more, no more

i have buried an
ancient fire in my soul

see, this skin isn't skin
it is filled with flames

and your fingers will not recognize
me anymore

you will burn

you will  burn

 *  you will burn

           from my touch*

  Jun 2018 Corvus
Midnight Rain
i am so tired
of dying from the same pain
o v e r and
    over again

you  never leave my

                          ­                    mind

every thought of you
rises in me like a new dawn
every memory stains my eyes
with tears that linger like the stars  
in plain daylight

your love has buried me
so     deeply within      myself,

i rise and you rise within   me
like a lost shadow clinging to the side of the   moon

  Mar 2018 Corvus
Midnight Rain
i trace the spine of
the leather book imagining
it is my fingers tracing down
your back,

here, where the corner ends
this is where i imagine
we will meet

i imagine it is your
eyes beneath my delicate hand
as they pass over the title
written in gold lettering

and here,
these are your lips
where the author has
gracefully placed their name

here, on this page
you have kissed me

it is you i read
it is us i feel

in this sentence here,
you have loved me

where letters are running
across the page as if
they were alive, as if our love
was sinking somewhere in their ink

and here, towards the
end of the book

in two words,
written in fine print,
you have destroyed me

here is where the book
falls apart,

here is where
your lips hesitantly part from mine,
here is where our eyes meet for the last time

here is where we only look at one another
but never touch,

in the space between two words
so much is left to read,
because it where i will meet you once
more and ask you to love me again

here is where we exist only for a moment in just two words
  Mar 2018 Corvus
Midnight Rain
some days it feels as
if the world is shaking and not me,
that something powerful is
chewing across the fabric of the universe

but then i convulse back into
reality and it is me,
shaking and trembling
and it is you,
chewing across the fabric of my

other days, it hits me like a
wave from the ocean
and i am plunged into the depths of the sea
hurling with the waves so fervently
that my stomach ties into
a hundred thousand knots

you devour me as
you drown my voice
and it is hopeless, so hopeless untangling
myself from you

it is hopeless, so hopeless
as you take so much from me

and i let you
i-i-i let you
**i let you win every single time
i don't write about my anxiety a lot but this past year, it is all i have felt
  Mar 2018 Corvus
Chelsea Rae
I am the weeds growing between the cracks in the concrete.
A beautiful marigold, reminding others of sunshine
But I am still deadly, filled with bitter dandelion milk.

                                       No matter how pretty.
                                                  I am still,

I killed your hopes and dreams
but... How?
I am the very thing that makes them come true.
I fly peoples wishes in the wind.

                                     No matter how magical.
                                                  I am still,

I come back after every **** spray that decays me down to a black, ashy, flower imprint on the sidewalk.
I sprout back with more sunny flowers and more wish seeds.
I have rooted myself.

                                     No matter what you do
                                               I will always
                                 Your honey-colored nightmare.
Eat Me. I'm bitter.
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