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Mar 2014 · 494
Fae Mar 2014
Oh, the irony
of being on the other side of the knife
and feeling it pierce my heart
either way
Mar 2014 · 787
Visions of Summer
Fae Mar 2014
On an island beside
shimmering waters
an arching bridge
promises to carry me to summer
while I nestle in blue grass
caressed by sweet nectar breezes
in a little village I built on my own while
singing goodbye to salty catharsis nights
and boxing up old weapons
I'm unafraid of swimming
with the orcas or the sharks anymore
Sweet, melancholy winter
what a pleasure it has been
May it be a long, long time before we meet again
Mar 2014 · 529
Once Upon A Dream
Fae Mar 2014
Delicate cracks split like vines
across porcelain limbs and joints
Little fingers balled into cemented fists
in a quiet wallpapered room
Faded robin's egg blue and faint carousel melodies
Ghosts of childish laughter wisp through the keyhole of a locked door
Creamy sunshine melts through the window where she lies,
stiff and unblinking in the tatters
of a pale yellow dress browned with age
Chestnut hair hacked away here and there
One surviving lock softly curled over slashed stony cheeks
eroded from salty tears and a chill that seems to come
From absolutely nowhere
Encased in frozen horror, paralyzed
while sparrows peck at the glass of no one's home
Mar 2014 · 761
Fae Mar 2014
Give me another round
of whatever black poison you're sipping
before I stagger back
heavy lidded eyes and
sagging posture, so
out of breath
slippery palms refusing to uncurl
around the cheap plastic handle
of an old kitchen knife

Let me flounder and swipe at you
scratch the wallpaper
pierce the cabinets and your clothes and
scrape your skin with
tired flimsy steel,
pupils flickering, burning wicks
with the anguish of a pacing wolf
that can't remember who she is howling for

Shaking, we dance again
and again and again
flashes of metal and regret
unsent letters
broken records and television screen static
replaying the same three seconds
back and forth
back and forth
blood dripping from the ceiling of my imagination
until I am foaming at the mouth
and your pain smells like the tranquility of justice served
level ground
fresh soil

I am trembling and
I cannot dig deep enough to end you
But I lunge forward anyway and drive the knife
so firmly into the wooden block that my wrist is bruised
and your shirt is torn across the chest
and I've crashed into your arms
trembling because
I cannot dig deep enough
to let go
Feb 2014 · 610
Fish Out Of Luck
Fae Feb 2014
Hollywood Boulevard, lost souls, unraveled seams
A sick little fish swimming in polluted dreams
thrashing underneath the unforgiving sun
This murky water, my old home
While toxic, black, and convoluted
was everything I've ever known
Kept me hidden, always hungry, always alone
Feb 2014 · 743
Fae Feb 2014
Did you like
her sadistic plotlines and predatory fantasies
Did you like
the way she played with toys as a child
melting plastic in the sun on little dolls' hips
molten chastity belts to keep the girls from stealing her prince
Did you like
the gleaming arrogance in her guarded smile
a budding killer still learning how to shred hearts and haunt minds
Did you like
how easily she approves of treating women like toys
mere objects to be shelved away and dare you cast your eyes
anywhere else but at her feet
otherwise she might
see them as people
with their own dreams to protect
and their own lives to fulfill
and their own love to find solace in
God forbid
she suddenly realizes
she isn't better than everyone else
God forbid
she falls off her high horse and breaks a leg
and moans about how tortured she is

Did you like
that all she ever wanted
was to eat me alive?

— The End —