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  May 2016 Danielle Rayn
Sylvia Plath
for Susan O'Neill Roe

What a thrill ----
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of hinge

Of skin,
A flap like a hat,
Dead white.
Then that red plush.

Little pilgrim,
The Indian's axed your scalp.
Your turkey wattle
Carpet rolls

Straight from the heart.
I step on it,
Clutching my bottle
Of pink fizz. A celebration, this is.
Out of a gap
A million soldiers run,
Redcoats, every one.

Whose side are they one?
O my
Homunculus, I am ill.
I have taken a pill to ****

The thin
Papery feeling.
Kamikaze man ----

The stain on your
Gauze Ku Klux ****
Darkens and tarnishes and when
The balled
Pulp of your heart
Confronts its small
Mill of silence

How you jump ----
Trepanned veteran,
***** girl,
Thumb stump.
Danielle Rayn Apr 2016
graying hair and rotting teeth
worms will feast on you soon
clouded eyes looking through clouded windows
sad face remembering happy memories
leather skin and deep wrinkles
try not to despair

do you even remember?
when you were young and happy
running through fields
rolling through grass hills
go back to it now
*let the pain dissipate
Danielle Rayn Apr 2016
small secrets
whispered under the covers
candle wax and promises
you will keep forever
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
faery wings and pixie dust
cake with milk
all eaten up
sneaking a lick of honey
and rich butter
I'll never grow up and wither
I refuse
  Apr 2016 Danielle Rayn
We danced to Cuban rhythms
Late into the night
I twirled my skirts in girlish glee
Giggling in delight
My heart it started pounding
As you held me tight
I waited for the kiss
That would bring me back to life
Brutally it struck me
At the stroke of midnight
You were just an apparition
Your kiss turned into frostbite
A phantom on the dance floor
A cruel trick of the light
You melted into nothing
Just a shadow in the moonlight

(C) Pixievic
I was invited to be  a guest writer on a blog about Ghost Stories - this is what I came up with! You can find the rest here .....
Danielle Rayn Apr 2016
Such pretty eyes
filled with bloodlust
and I know I should leave
but you're so much fun

you make me feel so alive
like electricity surging through water
and I know we're gonna die
*but there's so much laughter
Danielle Rayn Apr 2016
rough hands covered in blood
praying you have a cut
as you wash and scrub
until your skin is raw
but it wasn't yours
who's blood was it?
I don't care
I know you do.
try not to look anyone in the eye
ignore the heartbeats
Danielle Rayn Apr 2016
He hides in the shadows
blinded by her light
she pretends not to see him
pretends she's forgotten
but he knows
she'll never forget
the nights she spent in the shadows
the nights she spent with him
her light is artificial,
white and blinding
he knows she is lying
to herself, to everyone

she want's to be in the shadows
she wants to forget the light
but she stays where she is
and so does he.
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