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Jade Mikaila Jul 2018
He shuddered at my beauty—
sad but flattering, like it is.

And how I long to be a cat,
that lives in an antique shop.
Jade Mikaila Dec 2017
I remember in November when you ghosted me,
and I was deadass when I said I’d meet you in Chicago in February.
I don’t know if you were married, but I thought it odd your walls were blank,

and I listened to that message so many times,
the one where you said my name:

So many vines,
and it’s weird your face is only a memory,
and when I stalk you online
you’re always turned away from me.
What the ****?
I undressed for you,
I would’ve met you in Chicago.

Anyway none of this matters now...

But November is ruined for me,
you made me different,
it’s irrelevant,
and significant,
and I’m sad.
And I really, really wish I’d saved that message where you said

Jade Mikaila Sep 2017
How many times I've rode down this road on a stolen bicycle...
I know it sounds ****** up but I did what I had to,
and I'm tired and I'm cold
and maybe been broken.
Oh, Archer, oh.
Oh, golden sun,
your forgiving light,
it's warm

and I am cold.
Jade Mikaila May 2017
My lord, standing fast,
with flourishing orchids private.
Love, faded spectral being, leave your grave of satin

for the warm blood of the sleeping at last.

Night-walking and undead,
skin, firm as steel.
Jade Mikaila Apr 2017
The spring scent of flowers is rousing, heady.
I'd like for the blossom petals to rest upon my eyelashes such as a snowflake.

In my hair. And I can see my shadow hips gyrating with the rhythm of a cat, slow and smooth.
Jade Mikaila Mar 2017
I spill beer on myself unashamed,
I like for liquid to run from my mouth,
like a lord drinking wine from a horn.

Summer nights soon,
where things dry quickly,
and I'll taste things in my throat
and smell them on my pants
for nights to come.

Living for the nights where shuddering ceases,
and one can throw a rock from a rock
in the warm moonlight.
Jade Mikaila Nov 2016
Cloven coffee-
today the butte was shrouded in fog,
and my body was woke
so that I wanted to beg for it.
But I won't.

I can't live without the torture,
can't survive without the taste of blood.

I will be a bride to the indelible stickiness,
a lover to that which blooms.

Hold me, hold me, hold me.
I am shaken.
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