Mostly depressed
Slightly undressed
Pink lingerie
Egg white souffle

She stares, unaware
Of herself
But does not spare
Myself

From that agonizing beauty
Awe-striking allure
Of something so utterly
p u r e .

The lost elk on blue pine mountain,
Where all the stunted world is small,
Know the face of winter as it founts,
Above tree lines, trumpet all is cold.

A jackhammer smashing into concrete
Flooding my ears
My brain pulsates against bone
A volcano is on the verge of eruption inside my chest.

Snooze…exhaling fire
Inhaling crisp air crystallizing my lungs
Fog engulfs the place that used to be my bedroom
Awake or dreaming?

Warmth and comfort are now distant pictures
Shattered from the tremor inside my head
Smooth angelic touch of finger tips
Slipping away into a riddle

© 2013 Rachel Fairbanks

I will warp my soul
to conform into your
mouse trap
heart.
And I will only feel
a little
of it's
snap.
I am not the bait,
I am not the mouse
I am just a meer
window shopper,
and I am not sure how
to feel about that

Crushed up light bulbs,
inhaling glass
because **** man,
whatever gets you high.
Although often,
it just makes you low.
chop , tap
and
bang!
You're off to neverland,
for a few hours
days
weeks
'till all the pixie dust is used up
and you are just a
shaking sweating infant
waiting to be fed.
They say getting high,
doesn't make you trip,
it widens your vision,
and allows more information
and light
to enter your skull
Dilated pupils
it opens your
third eye
they say.
Maybe thats why
the world looks so much better
after a few lines

thanks again for feeding a child grown
with your acid samples
and gold-flakes.

good-to-know there's time after all
in the day.

and good-for-you to spare a pocket watch
captain of *****,
hands nearly clasping-
thin air.

Yes, haven't we met before?
was it forgotten at your door
a promise turned ****.

Oh by the way do you remember my face
in a black velvet glass
doubtful.

my scares are tender
by your
vicious tongue.

don't call me anymore.