I love you so much it hurts

Drunk on star anise
You’re like a painting
I fail to complete.

My little boy
I wish I could corrupt
An innocent soul
Like you.


Stay with me
Lay with me
Be with me
My sweet boy

Circle around like
Dust and feathers
From the pillows
We meshed together

I want you to be the flower,
In the glass case;
No beauties can touch.
When you wither
I’ll just throw you away.

You have so much of me
And I of you, entangled in my grasp;
Still, I loathe your faults

All of the revulsion,
Fails to meet my
****** compulsions
Until I can chain you down
And have O gain revenge.

An angel high like you,
Falling in the mess I made

Will I ever be worthy,
Of your frothy tongue
Speaking those lovely sounds
Out of your chaste mouth?

As his shadow,
Wraps around my shadow.
Pitter-patter from my insides,
Spread vibrations on the walls.

In this mass continuity of space and earth combine,
I find my self-indulging within our time.

“Please don’t leave me,
You are my home.”

Chemical scent,
limbs silly
and bent.

“It’s only him, and every bit of
me “

Dripping down lustfully on my tongue
Like a sponge,
Absorbing all other compulsions, 

If Satan is god,
We will all prosper. 

Lingering in a broken nail.



And then...

I feel his bones,


Dangling, cold.

The mountains of lies,

staring up at open skies.

Vast, vibrant, in his eyes

So wide.

The secret keeper,

He is.

Bearer of all that is ,

All of me is his.

The secret keeper,

He is.

How does it feel?
To be a girl,
And to bleed,
Whenever we create

Something beautiful.

The dunce cap
Fills the void;
Where the crown should be.

Life grew
And fed, from these *******
Now ripped apart,
Pieces of shame.

Judas’s Cradle,
Destroyed our flesh.
Left us humiliated,
Like Lady Godiva

Hours of ******
From impalement
In spite of Eve
Whom bit the apple.

Hot irons,
Through vitality’s tunnel
To fallow the holy book,
The Malleus Maleficarum.

Confession induced stoning
Drowning, burning
Just to be whipped like animals
For social bonding.

The battles of power
With the entertainment of ****,
Still two Hundred years of
Forced sterilization.




A pear of anguish,
For the miscarriages
A coffin,
For the son.

Who can be civil?
When survival
Even today,
Is about exploitation.

A dowry for obstetric fistula,
In Pakistan.
Under the union of god’s will,
Of course.

The ****** test
Out lives the Bison,
Only still being bred
For the hunt

Mutilation for those,
In Southern Sahara.
Huge abscesses,
To cover the curse.

The breaking wheel

Air whispers sweetly on my bare skin.
My breath feels deep with heat,
Repeating drum beats.
It’s bitter sweet.
How you always taste good to me.
Like summer heat’s salted kiss on my knees
Always feeling that swift breeze.
Watching you at ocean’s feet,
My closeted disposition, at your disposal
To feel, whenever you leave.
Will I be Ophelia today?
Week in my watery castle.
Or will I pretend like Joan of Arc,
As a woman to fight in battle?
At least sometimes, you will return to me
For your beloved pacific sea
Only to stay, until the tides change.
Then it will be,
My turn to leave.

Dear Prozac,
Thank you for saving my life.
Maybe one day, I will be a good wife.
Ill witted me, now singing softly.
Dear Xanax,
Thank you, for now I can breath.
Too much, and I can’t talk .
Just enough, I can barely walk.
Dear Adderall,
My favorite of the bunch,
For you always keep me up.
Grinding you in a powder,
To feel your mighty ******!
Dear Vyvanse,
Always necessary and prescribed,
When you can never eat,
Who needs bulimia nervosa?
The daily calories are in my mimosa
Dear Ambient,
Thank you for the sleep.
All the others make me wide-eyed.
With you, I feel the day, complete.
No longer I will be, a zombie.