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Damocles May 13
Collapse in me like a calamity
We break bones like friends break bread
Suitable to eat all the fiction we leave
Leave no crumbs upon the porcelain
Dripping from the maw,
It’s a gathered storm we twist in the rain
Cyclic sick, motion parody
Parroting in the air we see in our periphery.

An animal touch
Gnawing through the skin
Gnashing at the veins
Tapping ancient knowledge from within
Tasting the copper essence, thicker than buttermilk
Oat notes inside iron smell,
Rust color dyed under the fingernails.
This is what I meant when I said
I want to get inside you.

Collapse in me like a black hole
Supernova laser beams bouncing through the temples
Lobotomize consciousness in conscience bliss
Constant this, a battle waged with no winners
If I take it, what would you give
And if I give what would you take?
Would the odds meet even?
Would the world cease its grievance?
Coastal in the irony
Serfs off the shore.
Surfs up collected Moores
Served up in pallid doors
Serve up to pad the wallets, sure.
I’m not immune to your history,
Hang me for my skin tone and pedigree
Take my culture and use that pasta to bury me.

Infinite waters,
Drain my colors
Paint me a new face,
Bring me to Zion
Let me see my creations
Batter me in heinous
Fry me with jealousy
Greed bleeds in green envious eyes
And I doubt you realize…
I only wanted to love the best in you.

Collapse in me like a crumpled page
Wrinkled and discarded
Rage billowed in dried ink and crude letters
Words cursed from the spittle of angered throats
Vibrating viral vehemence through the echoes of a time
No longer sated in the universes we’ve depleted
In still-born births upon our rotted stage
We play alone.

Collapse in me!
This is a piece where i'm looking in and having a battle with self, about how I create and how I wish to create going forward.
Damocles May 13
Cold, this fickle breath evades me,
Consuming life with this light that shines brightly over the distance
Yet is close enough to obtain.
My digits are frozen in this stagnant air, triumphing over all.

A cadence unravels me, unerving as it rattles through me.
I’ve grown impatient for the end,
Yearning for all these infinitely finite possibilities to come swiftly.

Is this the last? Oh, it has to be.
I’m twirling down the spiral,
Words reaching out to me, sung in honey suckle,
Betraying these forbidden halls.
In my mind, I’ve severed the chords.

Shut the door!
I don’t want to hear angels while feeding demons,
Hungry to cannibalize my interest.

Subsequent, airless,
I’ve whisped higher into a void where time evades, an unseen abyss.
Breathless in this embrace,
I can’t stop the cooling of death’s kiss. Amongst yourselves, discuss ghosts in your abbey,
I’m not haunting here.
Ghosts can be emotional too
  May 12 Damocles
Mira
I crave the hues of your eyes
in every painted evening sky;
the brushstrokes of the setting sun
recall my flushed cheeks:
your smile to adorn—
and in every landscape I seek
the roads still cheekily lead me back
to your street.
Damocles May 12
Blur the lines until they are bokeh
As color bleeds from your eyes,
But don’t ever wonder why…

The world looks so pallid—
When saturation has drained to nil,
And everything bright has chilled.
Into the blue-black mortification of night
Like a stage light setting a scene
Who is gonna chase you, my queen?
If you scream will it be my name—
As you beg for my blade to the hilt.

Well I got you.

We twist like tethers of the same vine
Filling in our cracks, stitched —
I hope you feel my heart beat chase your breath
Syncopated rhythms, early morning melodies
From avian angels, perched upon the wires.
Bring me back to you like color,
So you can open your eyes and see…

A world so vibrant
Saturated like a prism
As the warm sun beats down its healing
I want to chase you down
Like a shot when I’m down,
Let me feel you course through me
Until I’m numb and dizzied,
You can be my Nancy
We can meet on Elm street
Forever your nightmare
Clawing at your surface
Wanna go deeper…

Need to feel you at the core
Grow something from the middle
Branch out into a new leaf,
Turn the pages of our story book,
Hope you feel the same energy
Because I’m coming to you with everything.

Can we blur the lines like they’re  bokeh?
Tried to tie some different themes in one concept. What do you think?
Damocles May 9
Vestigial fragrances spill into the taste of her fruit
I’m wandering like Alice through your wonderland
Tickling wisps of her hair brushing through my skin like gossamer
I’m swimming in pools of ethereal waters
Wading the waves to crash upon her needy shore.

Halcyon hours spent in serendipity
Her voice rang like seraphic honey
Sweet like candy, I’ve grown a sweet tooth
Iridescent colors slick her opening and I can taste a rainbow.

Evanescent moments caught entwined
Our bodies converse like old friends,
Talking with a reverence for past times
Post tide, in landslides
Where we collide and collapse
Mouth dried, lungs spent
Chasing breath in the wilderness of our love.

She speaks to me in crepuscular displays
Diamonds in the black of her eyes.
As the rain poured down,
I kissed away the saline,
And breathed in her petrichor delight.

Don’t wake me —
I’m down in the rabbit hole
Further down I go,
Lost in her like a lingering madness.
Curiouser and curiouser.
i don't know what inspired this, but i am personally happy with how it turned out.
Damocles May 9
Infinite little cuts rip the skin
And bleed little dots upon the pages
Burn it like paraffin
Treat the vessel like a sickly sin
Pin cushion of quills
Drain my ink into the blank page.

I’m in every word,
Caught in the prison of your thoughts
Shackled by the spoken cuts,
Bordered by the planets you push between—
My shoulders in hopes I can lift you.

Darling the night comes quick
Sun chases the moon,
Sing me a verse to pacify the vitae draining
I want you to halt this eclipse in me
The dark quickens in umbral thickness
A fog so black you can breathe it,
Choking into weak lungs
Heavily hooded eyes drop
I’m begging for release
Halt this eclipse
Bury your blades
Write your sermons
Sing your hymns.

Drown in my oceans
Red waters choking the oxygen
In this bed, you made a hell.
Infinite little cuts
Bleed dots on the page
Burn it like paraffin.

Call my name and let me in.
fictional about toxic relationships, bloodletting, and rituals.
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