the adams apple
bobs
like the water
is sloshing
the sides
and the heads
are slapping
against the
fine surface
that is festival

the red tinge
spreads as smooth
as butter
against the paleness
of your lips
and you smile
that icy
wax drawn
carriage
until your teeth
shine
as pale
as a fireflies
wing.

Carry on
let the hands
unfold
and twist
and turn
dance in the
glade
that holds you tight
and whisks you
like fine
yolk

the fairies
prattle
is unintelligable
but still
as sweet
as the
most brilliant
cake
their burbles
and blooms
and blusters
and blushes
are finite
and magnificent
fodder for your
cannons

for your heart beats

the poem escapes you
and your lips close
and a beat passes
in which the world
halts its turn
and in turn
hauls your
pretty little behind
out of the mess
you caused

don't say
we didn't
hold you
because
our fingerprints
are all
over
your
blushing
stagnant
muscles

twitch,
and the
fairies sing.

Translate my
confusion for me
so I can
breathe right
and think
clearly.

Make me see
I beg you please
the way out
of this trap
I have
built for myself

I know
I will be okay
I feel it
deep down
in my bones
but right now
I am not
in my bones
I am
in the mists
and wisps
of my
strangling mind

I can't breathe right
I can't think
I need to know
the future
before I shatter
like cheap china
and leave my
feet ******
as I race
across the kitchen
floors

beg of you
let this feeling end
I am an
endangered species
wandering through
times that don't match
and junctions that
are dead ends
I want a road
that I can follow
with my eyes
closed
and my hands
tied
and my legs

curdled into mush

and my chest
hot like fire
and my heart
stopped
and my thoughts
in disrepair

build be a river
so I can cry
and no one can
see
and ask
me

I need to be alone
but that is the most
dangerous time
of all

I am a savage beast
contained in milky
translucent
skin
my gums ache where
the fangs beg
for freedom

my heart shutters
I want to live
but I can't seem
to breathe right

Moonlight:


I think it is time
to stop this kerfuffle soon
before it has won

the achy heart pounds
it does not understand me
rather it would fight

my ears curl like leaves
they resemble elven sharps
they quiver so kind

maybe I have wrought
the tides to sweep me home to rest
and loose my stiff bones

a child does not ask
why a man holds his tongue well
do not ask me twice

the tree is evil
its bark collapsed by its plan
and I watched it fall

do not rhyme or sleep
slumber is for the deadened
sheep count so beguiled

my heart likes your lips
and my toes curl like your hair
so of course its love.

'funny of you to come and watch me'

she asks
legs folded
prim and
primed
and
proper
eyelashes like
windswept shades
shadows of
claws
against the
soft fabric
of her
eyes

'maybe it was fated we meet here'

it is
her home
afterall
what luck
they would
both meet
in her
home

'its not
breaking in
when you
left the
door open'

she is not
impressed
and I
can relate
to the
subtle
curl
of her
rogue lips
like she
just tasted
ash
and it
reminded her
of the
empty
fireplace.

'its rude
to knock'

'I have
a bell
for a
reason'

'I was busy
before you
came.'

its a lie
clear as day
cut as fine
as bread
rough and
hacked
like
flesh
she lifts a
nail
letting it
swish
like evening
gowns
and
fluttered
mascara

'its rude
to knock'

she said

and the room
emptied.

You ask me
why am I so loud

why does the sound boil
broil and thunder in my chest
rise up like the wave
vibrate in the soiled earth
pull up and out
strands of melancholy
rageful sound falling listlessly
in heavy breaths
why do my eyes widen
as the screams
leave my lips
and the suffocating noise
burns at your ears
why do my hands shake
my knees tremble under my own
inevitable fall, the weight
the heave
the haul
why do I shake so
why do my lips quiver
like the aching strings
of an odious and
thrumming violin
why does my heart pound
so loud
in sync with my voice

and when the sound drops away
and the room falls silent
and the penny drops
with a clatter
that disrupts the tension
why does the quiet fall so easily
and the blame so succinctly
and why does the shaking
stop
and the numbness
cloud over my eyes
and lips
like mists engulfing the
echo of the
waterfalls crash
against hell or high water
the pale flush of the drained noise
of the quiet within the storm
beckoned by the aching lightning that
holds no sound
and only sharp flashes
why do I sit so poised
legs curled elegantly
eyes half lidded as I let
it wash over you
the crusted horses of that
frothing tide
how can I be so serene
when the walls have trembled
in the wake of my
shaking shouts
in the corruption of my
dark and heady
complexion

am I truly there
to speak
or was it only
in the gallows
of my treacherous mind
to dream up such
madness
that I

girl of quiet

could speak up.

I believe it to be
an impasse we have become
the segway between
two paths that
end up in the
same place

feel the sand
the crunch
the curl and
hauling arms
that cling tightly
to your chilled
skin

withdraw yourself
from the segway
of your own creation

there are
other ways
to walk

do not
remove
your shoes

keep walking

whisper, whisper
is that the wind in my hair
is that your fingers tracing my scalp
are you holding me now
whisper, whisper
are you sweet
sweet as nothings
sweet sugar achy teeth
do you smell the rot beneath the sweetness
the nectar that dips low on the neck
of your heart

of the vest
you wear
so well

do not remove your shoes
do not let your feet touch dew
do not feel the goosebumps
do not feel it

keep walking

whisper, whisper
nudge, nudge
they know now
their eyes betray them
they gleam like pristine canines
a howling dislocated jaw to
let the water flood in the chest

breathe
deep
breathe

keep walking

keep your eyes straight
as a ruler
as flat as the evening sky
the orange is folded in half
it is shackled on your
hair raised biceps

you bleed orange now

it is beautiful
not scary
you are not scared any longer

keep walking

courage girl
hold your head high
tilt your neck up
it is not submission
it is not fear to show your neck
you are courage girl
you are fiery
you are sparkling
listen to the whisper that
sounds so loud in your ears

keep walking

one day you will get there

Hold it
close
hold it
let your hands
shiver ever so
slightly
the tiny quake
like a ripple
of water
dropped against a
roaring sea
let your hands
clasp
grip tightly
you may fall
do not fear
grip tightly
your tenacity will
serve you well
do not forget
that revenge
is a dish
best served
with tears and
shaky
quaking
quivering
bitter-sweet smiles
hold it, baby
hold it close
right up
until it pools
under your shaking bones
under the bells that clang
so loud within the holster of your heart
the rattling of the skeleton's smile
so crooked and old
worn and torn
white, pristine teeth, that gape from that
holey
presence
hold it
tighter
until the tips of your fingers ache slightly
bruises bursting like cherry's blood under the skin
feel the pulse
the throb
the reminder that you are alive
you are alive, darling, hold it like a baby
a newborn
soft, darling, soft and full of possibilities
let it cry out for you
let it call out your name in garbled language
let the eyes open to look into your own

and then
let your fingers lax
your eyes flutter shut
half lid your lips to part, gently like the first opening blossom of the first springtime bud
let the child go

fall

down like water
from your tight embrace.

Deep breaths.

Its easy.