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misha Jul 2020
golden beast
your smile
becomes more like
a snarl
with every
passing day

your eyes
like pools
of acid
shining with gold
dripping
on my face

your claws
sitting
on my chest
when the sun
rises
each day

your fur
smelling
of midnight
dusted by dreams
soaking
with tears

your touch
gentle
like brocade
beckons me
to close my eyes
and sleep

and sleep
and sleep
under your weight
forever
make peace with your demons, maybe they won't hurt you.
misha Jul 2020
let the memory of me
fade
into the night

forget my voice
forget my touch
heal your scars

you don't need me
anymore.
misha Jul 2020
the water here
is clear
scoured
with acid
like a prism

no predators
lurk
in the darkness,
they strike
by daylight

with overwhelming force.
everybody sees them
nobody does anything
we are all too afraid
of the humming lights .
mask off. fangs out.
misha Jul 2020
bite down,
hold on
to this swirling world
with all your might

once you find your home
never let it out of sight.

in an instant,
god's golden hands
can ***** out
that feeble light.

once you find yourself,
never let them out of sight.
misha Jul 2020
dappled light
falling
like rain
through paper leaves
and lazy rivers
of rushing dreams.

illuminating
the cold, grasping hands
of those below.
we wanted to believe
that they were asleep
but they never were.
misha Jul 2020
you may pick
the wild berries
but be mindful
of the thorns.

wolves live here
and they love
the smell of blood
after dark.

there is not much difference
between lips stained red
with berries
or with blood.

dip them in sugar
in the old wooden bowl
and feast
on summer's warmth

there is not much difference
between the girl in red
and her dark, dark eyes
and the wild wolf.
misha Jul 2020
i bent down
to look at a pink sea shell
and the ocean devoured me whole
with a roar,
and a snap
of crushing blue jaws.
but i only stayed a moment.
she spit me out
because i tasted
like bitter bile
and melancholy
and said
come again some day
when you're happy;
come again some day
to die.
nothing more depressing than being in a happy place when you're sad.
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