Harlow

Harlow Feb 2013

I love you
  follow me

   down into this deep blue sea
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
  'cause baby you'll be here with me

I know
  your lungs will fail you
    panic-stricken pale -- you'll be
But pain will end and light will fade
  from the stars in your eyes

I'll keep you safe
  and I'll keep you close
   but grave wax will grow
And I'll recall how you choked
  blisters will form and your body will bloat

I'll fight off the fishes
  who kiss your sweet lips
Who live in the sockets
which once housed your soul

A hopeless love
  as skin melts from bone
I should have listened
  when you said you were not home

The pressure will grow
  and I'll let you go
Lifelessly sinking
  down deep below

Harlow Feb 2013

Bleed Out With Me

I pressed my body into yours hoping our ribcages would fracture into one another and butterflies would pour out with scintillating wings in shades of orange and yellow and blue and we would marvel at the beauty of their colors in the fading light but from the depths of our bleeding cavities would flutter the stammering, shamefaced creatures with plum-black wings and cracks navigating their way through the chalky paste of dust and blood clinging to their delicate bodies --
and these were the butterflies to marvel at --
these were the insects we found comfort in as our abdomens bled out

Harlow Feb 2013

A Cleanse

She took a break from her diligent work to acknowledge the blood as it flowed,
dream-like,
towards the sterling drain.

Mesmerized by its beauty and the sheer fact that the body is
completely
at the mercy of its owner,

she wanted to stop but knew his scent still
clung
to her skin,

so she grasped the steel-wool with raw hands and continue scrubbing.

Harlow Feb 2013

I'm a Fiend

I can't write about you
I can't write about this
How my hands kept drifting towards the nape of your neck like an addict to the needle
My fingertips a fiend for your skin
But I would look down and they were still placed safely in my lap
I tried to count the hairs on your head but got lost in the redness of your ears
Forget the play you were the main act
And I would have stayed to watch you forever

Harlow Jan 2013

Who's to be the Poet?

"She wore a garland of pale blue roses,
and her eyes wept blood."

She had hair like that of black silk,
and her skin was cloaked in a milky-hue.

She had eyes you never remembered the
color of, only the fist that seemed to inflate
within the confines of your throat.

She went on plenty of dates, but the
events rumored to have happened were
never reliable (teenage boys).

She was obsessed with poetry,
always reading in class, but, like most
obsessions, I think it stemmed from jealousy.

You see, everyone thought she merely
loved the poems, but, truly,
she wanted to be one.

Harlow Jan 2013

Autumn Romance: a year has passed

As the leaves fell and the air grew crisp
Your voice knocked on the door of my heart.
Admittedly I didn't want you there, but

The vapor from your lungs
Found it's way into mine.
It settled there

In the space between my ribs
And the crater in my collarbones.
However, as the air grew colder,

And my heart warmer,
You denied me such sweet exhales.
Now, it's autumn again, and

I can feel your breath in my lungs
And your voice in my ears
And, I long

So helplessly
To exist in your atmosphere
Again.

written in autumn. uploaded now.

Harlow Jan 2013

Rhythmic Demise

plat, plat, plat*
went the blood as it spat on the floor.
He entered the tub a few hours before.
She slipped in, with him, to rest her bleary eyes.
With a razor, she chose to never arise, and
him, with pills, a bit counter-clockwise.
Entwined, they were found in an eternal embrace,
though the events prior could never be traced.