Cry for the moon
he whispered
into the crown of
her hair

the golden light
that sent shivers
down her
open arms

cry for me
she said back
breath but a wisp
voice caught and chained

he looked to the sky
not baring to stare
into her slated and
burning eyes

they asked too many questions
demanded the want that
he could not supply
she was one of them

the moon shone so
solitary in the sky
above and dripping
light against the darkened blanket

he held shaking fingers
to the sky
looked through the gaps
that seemed to large

she wept for the moon
that reminded her
of her own loneliness

even surrounded by stars

Dew drops
of
passion I have
left behind
stain my
lawn
like your
toxic
tears
never could.

I can get
pretty cruel
but only
when provoked
and I try
not to.

She is darkest of fears
is walking monster
is teeth out to ****
is eyes out to burn
is claws
extended
over the
throat

and sometimes
it is
her
own
throat

she is ******
is doomed
is rammed and
roomed into
small shells of
her own
violation and
creation

she is
whiskered tigress
howling at the
moon because
its so
shiny and she
can only
pretend
she is not
monster thing
is not
suffering
is not
spluttering as
the waves come
in and
drown her
with the fury
of its own
fire

sometimes
she lets them
she lets them
shut the door
and walk
into her
dankly
darkly
room

she waits
for company
to sheath
her sword

it glitters
from the
ruby red tears
that drip
from her wrist
from her neck
from the inside
soles
of her
legs
and she
whispers
sorrows of the
moon
her own
sorrows
she sometimes
let the
rubies
shimmer
inside herself
sometimes
lets them out

she sometimes
bites
the jugular
of the
man with rubies
who
only
wants
to help.

She is
helpless
beast.

He glitters
with the
empty valleys
of his
own
beautiful
treachery

such beauty
on one
human
is surely
a sin

is surely
the thief
that has
stolen
my breath

is surely
the eyes
that burn
blushes against
my
arched
skull

he is
more than
what he
seems

it is
fated so
that he would
be
magical
and
mirthless
and

miraculous

She is traveller,
is sailors boot tied
until the leather
pinches her skin
tight.

She is moon gazer
star stealer
eyes bright with
adventure as her
limbs turn like
windmills
against the
setting sea.

She is tilted axis
is turned to the
stars that are
turned down
to watch over
as she swims
on an
ocean that
always remembers and
never forgives
that curdles her
insides
cuts at her
soft flesh
like razor blades or

human
nails

that curl in her
insides
she has no
hand hold
to dock herself
no boat to
lay her
weary feet
only
cursed waves that
reach up
up
up
u
p
into her
chest
that squeeze
at her
heart
and lay

dormant

in her
stomach.

She is hunter
darkened eyes that
reach down
into the undergrowth
with feathered gracefulness

gratefulness

that is reflected
in her
many scales.

She is

what she

is.

Nothing more

Nothing.

My lips
twist like
the door
that never
opens
the
lock
clicked shut
that shudders
as the
screams
bang
against it

a
drum's
skin

I let
my
eyes
like windows
darken
as they
fall
over you
that
cursed sweep
of
gaze that
leaves you
twisted
like
my lips

you are
devil born
are
witch blood
are
red hot
blood
pumping
rusted
heat against my
jealous
flesh
you light up
like
rockets
burning
against the
ever silent
sky
you are
incandescent
and
my
eyes
darken with

envy.