Rough hands
crush a menthol
cigarette
stained
with red wine
& my red lips
he crushes
it slowly
& crushes
my dreams
as he inhales toxicity
and exhales my love

brimming speckled
eyes of gold
we trek through
the
labyrinth
crossing
thresholds
from earth
to ether
low & behold
for there are
others seeking
a dream they
once sold

I sway
side to side
my pale grasp
holding a
violet
stem
one hand
in earth
one hand in
the ether
one foot
in the dark
one foot
in the light

He said
tell me more
but maybe less
as my
seams unravel
from my velvet
dress
I don't do this
often
I do confess
He said
sure my love
you
seem a mess

Self fulfilling prophet
master of none
move towards the sun
& far away
from
the enticing
mystical moon
where lies are told
Broken dreams
sold
angelic mind
innocent eye
gal of the night
Will swoon
self fulfilling prophet
master of none
have faith
for the morning sun
will rise
& the illusions
of the night
will disperse
encompassing light
will immerse
into your life
so let there be light