My ***** is stuck in my throat Hair stuck in its bun Is it always going to feel like this? Late nights ending in ****** throats and ripped out hair, begging, pleading with the world to stand still.
It isn't until the lights turn black you realize you miss the sun and her warmth, but is it almost enough to brave the darkness to see her light again? Or is it just a sadistic trick to let her rays slip through your palms again back into dead, twinkling twilight.
This is for Goddesses: You're not meant to know how to feed the freezing out of the palm of your hands, how to help the dying feel alive. You dont know how to love a broken thing back together.
My body is a commodity I'll pay you four whispers in your ear All the things you'd die to hear Three eyelashes on my cheek Its my body I claim to seek Whats mine lies on the tiles Wanted only every once in a while.
Lilith Tender Shadow Reckoning of will Big girl with little girl fire Tantrum turned Sapphire Face the drums Feel the beat Fight back with such intensity Kiss the ground when you leave Feel her sacred earth return to you When you turn around, it will be the flames that you see
I open up and let the light creak out, for your eyes are not blind and your heart is still beating. So why does your breath stay still? Are you not in awe of a mythical woman willing to invite you in? Oh, What a shame, what a shame.
Goddess of Spring and Queen of the Underworld. Rearranging the decor at deaths door, she took the man by the hand and started dancing in the despair. Reborn was her body, growing mold in her hair, pomegranate seeds in her teeth. Hell hath no fury like a woman accustomed there.
My skin burns at eyes and my heart winces. Im like a turtle, retreating back into her shell, hiding from the glare of the sun. Long enough and it starts a fire.