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Aug 2019 · 109
aphrodite
brooklyn Aug 2019
beauty is pain, darling
plucked eyebrows, pulled hair
perfect teeth and plastic features

with her cherry lips and golden curls
she knows you want (to be) her
it may not make you happy
but at least you’ll be beautiful
Aug 2019 · 142
ares
brooklyn Aug 2019
he walks on the battlefield
to each man woman child
he whispers lullabies of bloodlust

he doesn’t care who wins
he just wants them to fight
war is his game; he has yet to lose
Aug 2019 · 210
athena
brooklyn Aug 2019
what is war but a puzzle to solve?
her soldiers her game pieces
acceptable loss wins the war

she knows the odds
she knows who will die
she smiles and tells them to fight, to win
another puzzle solved
Aug 2019 · 140
hera
brooklyn Aug 2019
the ring on your finger
means nothing when she sees you
in her husband’s bed

the forgotten wife of a faithless god
but the goddess of marriage
always keeps her vows
peacocks have talons, too
Aug 2019 · 466
hades
brooklyn Aug 2019
death will wait
around the corner
down the street
in the shadows
death will wait

he will come and take your hand
you can not sway him with your pleas
he has waited long enough
Aug 2019 · 114
poseidon
brooklyn Aug 2019
the ocean is cruel
the ocean laughs as it drowns
men women children
all welcome in its watery embrace

he floods your ships and your shores
with salt on his cheeks
and a roaring laugh
Aug 2019 · 113
zeus
brooklyn Aug 2019
lightning does not feel
lightning does not care where it strikes
without mercy
without remorse
it burns

he directs it with a point of his finger
he knows who he smites
he just doesn’t care
Aug 2019 · 123
persephone
brooklyn Aug 2019
a whisper into the ear of Death
and destruction rains
while she tends her garden
(the pomegranates are as sweet as ever)
chaos bringer, indeed
his power in exchange for six months of kisses
what more could a girl want?
Aug 2019 · 128
counting to ten
brooklyn Aug 2019
one cigarette in your hand
held between *******
passed between three friends

four puffs of smoke
a high five for my first drag
six days of detention

seven kisses with the sharp taste
of the eight smokes you've already had
and nine sweet nothings that smell like tar

ten bruises in the shape of your fingerprints
and i've lost count
Aug 2019 · 124
colorblind
brooklyn Aug 2019
the red of a matchstick head
fingernails painted orange
yellow hair streams when you run
the green of your dress
blue is clear, cloudless skies
and purple when the sun finally touches down
rainbows wherever you walk
but all i see is the grey you leave behind
Aug 2019 · 572
my first cigarette
brooklyn Aug 2019
everyone said i'd cough
with my first drag
smoke in my lungs
nicotine in my veins
it's normal, they said.

i didn't cough.

i smoked it down to ashes
staining my fingers
staining my windowsill
silently.
Jul 2019 · 130
when you said i love you
brooklyn Jul 2019
darling, even the sweetest things
(honey, syrup,
your love)
can fill my throat
and steal my air
until i can’t breathe
Jul 2019 · 116
a banal tragedy
brooklyn Jul 2019
the stage is set:
one lantern, glowing softly
and one moth
the outcome is inevitable
(we pretend it’s not)
the moth flies into the light
craving the warmth of the sun
and dies
the audience weeps
end scene
Jul 2019 · 213
a woman scorned
brooklyn Jul 2019
choke,
she says,
on death rot ruin
on the things you gave her
(the things she gives back)
hell hath no fury
Jul 2019 · 118
the one percent
brooklyn Jul 2019
diamonds for lungs
rubies for a heart
emeralds for eyes
who needs flesh
and blood
and bones
when you have gems?
Jul 2019 · 94
ichor
brooklyn Jul 2019
can a god bleed?
ask zeus
poseidon
hades
ask them what hurts them
what makes them human
(because what is more human than to bleed?)
can a god bleed? you ask
lightning
tsunamis
avalanches



can you?

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