the flowing chiffon billows in the wind
the remains of her torn-up dress have fallen off
revealing the scabbing,
   the oozing,
      the ****** mess that's confusing.
relinquish the souls of the ******, Wise One.
the woman nods and smiles: "dutifully so".
she reveals the martyr's expression of unkempt love.
    in her inner core, once and for all,
        is her furthermost and final foe.

mental breakdown
rundown, snake town
trampled over by a truck.

i am no one
no less, no more
than the place where you remain stuck.

the tidings, barefaced,
bring news of revenge

housewifes have been murdered
and cleansed and chiseled and thread

victims have overrulers
and dummed luck friends

tidings are favorable
yet wet in the end

for no forsaken warrior
shall be mourned in his own head

unfortunately, tidings bring (as well)
the news of a drunken lost shell

of sea voyagers and criminals
thank god i'm not infinitesimal

as we rose from our feathery cocoons
we witnessed snow on the other side
                                         of the window,
the further side;
where Eve used to dwell
but none on ours, for our concrete hearts
melt the snow as quick as liquid
                                         chocolate

warm your hands, come closer to
     the fire
let me tell you the story
of the ice that wouldn't stick
to concrete, to absolutely nobody
in the old rundown city

welcome to no-ville

i'm back in my spot
but it's not mine anymore.
people have read me
people have temporarily glanced into the duvet that covered
my breathing
so no one hears it, no one sees
what's really going on within me.

once i trust myself to give her a peek
i'm worried she will never see me, again
amongst the trees i am tiny
and unseen
and unclean

i do not know how much longer i can take this weight on my bare back
i do not have the answers that reside in my core
my centre is soft and i'm no different

we all are.
futile.

words mean everything to me
but in their essence, they are mistaken.
there is no loneliness in a suicide forest
because you're surrounded by corpses
                                        not unlike yours;
yet the very reason you have something in common with them
                         is because you felt alone.

lightning stretchmarks
and like lightning, terrifyingly natural
symbols of strength draped exquisitely over my body, and
beauty, forgotten as a petty human convention.
the wonders of Her lightning streak my body
marvel in the bluish hues and thunderstorms.

she sighs;
she's understood.

we're not meant to be beautiful,
we were built to strike, to survive
you stupid, human, half-assed violet alibis.
we are smiters,
and you're doomed to go down,
bow to the power of the lightning bolts down my hips
bow to the power radiating off my well-earned crown.
Athena shall charge
and head on, we follow.
watch out for our thunderbolts,
watch out: stormy skies tomorrow.

the stars shone
twice in her eyes
and once in my nostrils

in my headspace, the way words sound
on your friendly passionate tongue
darling, it makes them sound almost french
and i think that they shouldn't;
even though they do, and i know so too
i love how words sound when they are coming out of you

"the witch is always to be blamed
if those who record what had taken place
happen, all of them, to be men.
maybe they own selfish hearts,
destined to wither and break.
true strengh can only be gained
from standing up, from facing them.
head on, fearless.
alas, my daughter,
you must never forget
that women are cunning and selfless,
powerful in their mindset
and able to outrun, to outfly men
who's only wish is to stick their ****
into someone, perhaps something else."

condescending,
condensed baby milk.
baby wipes wiping baby's rage
baby in a crib with Jack Daniels in her cage.
dummies and dum-dums and honey and Babe,
humming & strumming & getting on my nerves.
peek-a-boo!         i see you!
god, i wish i ******* didn't.
baby tantrum, mommy's head turns,
stifle a sob in baby's wrecked baby doll,
vases cracking, baby nappies flying,
now baby's mess is everywhere.
still, (enraged) what did you expect?
round and round the roses went
around the raging mood you've put baby through.
go and hide, mommy & mommy,
baby is glowing with murderous rage
& climbing out of her baby cage
with her tiny baby legs.
baby reaches over
and squeezes mommy to death.

she shone through trees,
calling me and my lonesome;
but i cannot understand archaic Egyptian
and i'm lost in despair for a time i've never been shown.
i know i've missed my deadlines,
but we've not been introduced.
take my offering, warrior princess;
take my words and take me home.

the beginning of the new me came,
shape-shifting curiosity that not only killed my cat
but also my best friend.

he was a boy,
i was a drunk girl that texted him "i love you" whilst lying in a bathtub with
another girl

and i swear we weren't kissing
we didn't even hold hands
but that night i slept next to her and i knew

the fire that resides in the pit of my stomach had only burned like that
for a millisecond
whilst i was kissing him
and holding her.

it didn't end perfectly for us, but i was her first girl and she was mine
even though love decided to pass our door that morning, we still had lust
yet it wasn't enough

and i haven't forgotten
the way strands of her hair felt tangled up
with my *****-ridden tongue

the luxurious life of the uninterrupted
the riches of feeling unaware
the knowing nothing will ever go wrong
and the fever of holding in my mouth friendly hair

today i switched my contact lenses.
the world became a couple of noises,
blurry lights and never fading shapes.
honestly, the world looks prettier
when you have to peel back the layers.
when you know just how ugly it already is
you really have to strain to witness
anything new

divago y de repente me giro:
el humo escala mis piernas y huye de mí
(ojalá fuera tan fácil).
en la nave soy yo misma,
desnuda y tímida por el miedo ingenuo de la nuez descascarillada.
las distracciones no me sirven,
el alma; no me basta su desnudez.
quiero más,
no hay suficiente agua en esta bañera para calmar mi sed
de volver a mi antiguo antro,
de volver a verla a ella otra vez.

shaky teacup balanced on her fingers
my mum's stunned expression facing east
my only weakness & my one temptation
could have broken our "forever holding peace".

the feeble smile i gave her;
terrified to hear the truth.
the sinking feeling that i'd failed her
an unnatural being, t'was proof.

like a stupid fever daydream i'd dreamt
and i swear she could see what was always present
in my head.
in that moment, she broke free
and together we laughed at thee
for believing the obnoxious implanted seed:
for believing my mother wouldn't accept me.