Parched skin becomes moist
With dew drops dripping down the back of my neck
And beneath my *******

My face deepens like a ripe peach
As flesh disappears
Skin dissolves into

                                 Nothing.

A cool exterior warms
And my body is tingling, trembling,
Buzzing like a thousand fire ants
Swarming around my thighs
My arms
My core

Encapsulated in sweat,
This shell is a temple
One that thrives on progress

I am *****

I am filthy

I am strong.

The moon is big
And it's full,
It's the kind of moon
That lights up the whole
Place at night,
Almost like this deeper twilight
And it's beautiful in the way
It's indescribably sad
And it watches me console
My own tears and holding
Them tightly in
Is the moon leaning down
To kiss you now?
Does it wrap you up
In the warmest form of a hug?
I wish I could say
That I was asleep in the sense
Of frozen and forever
But every breath is labored
And unbelievably painful,
Every time I cry, I just keep
Crying more until my eyes burn
And my head hurts and there's
Not a single person here
To help it, to hold it until
All of this bad goes away
And I'm just talking to my
Very own moon,
The light shines but it's too far to reach and
I think death would be
Substantially better
Than this hell

tell the next one
to treat you how you deserve
however that is

// he came through the door and called himself god
when my name is goddess, phoenix fire and bullet.
dare he call out again after witnessing my wrath,
and fire consumes all for it has the will.

// we love and have been loved and there is an after this,
but for now I have fight and fire and I can be the wings
or the weapon, dare you call me down from here,
and my words will sway you to run lest you regret it.

// they asked me to play and so I played to the end,
played them out and further out into the forest,
dare they scream -- I have not forgotten where they are,
my demons are not tired if they want more

// but I have seen you before in many forms,
all of which I have conquered and seen rise from dirt.
I take no pleasure from this: I dare you to,
and I will show you a world you had wrongly forgotten.

i wi-wi-wish i could bear this
a sickening distance and the sickening touch
of you pressed flush against me.
i wi-wi-wish i could stop writing about you.

he closes like a -
he closes like a
- wait.
his world closes up like
god - God - took away the oxygen
with one big holy breath.

the choking feeling is
familiar like a
friendly hand in the night
under the covers
reaching for something.

there are no friendly hands here.
no hands at all.
look ma, no hands.

he closes like a
sun swallowed by the horizon,
again and again and again
because it knows how it's done.
(he knows how it's done.)