Monique Saunders

Monique Saunders Mar 2011

Hurt Me

Hurt me, baby;
Cut me with your words;
Neglect me with your smile.
Beat me, baby;
Bruise me with your care;
Ignore me with your eyes.
Oh, pain me, baby;
**** me with your touch;
Farewell me with your kiss.

Monique Saunders Mar 2011

A ******

A dusk of fading light.
A flutter and flurry of wings.
A chorus of crows calling.
A hundred black shiny things.

Arranged in a circle.
Arranged in a ring.
Arranged around a solitary crow.
Arranged to hear him sing.

A dusk of fading light.
A flutter and flurry of wings.
A chorus of crows calling.
A hundred black shiny things.

No longer in a circle.
No longer in a ring.
No longer around a solitary crow.
No longer will he sing.

Monique Saunders Mar 2011

A Teensy Bit

The words we swap;
Small whispers.
The images we collect;
Blissful memories.
The scenarios we create;
Long embraces.

Are all so beautiful;
The sight of your face.
Are all so amazing;
The smell of your hair.
Are all so magical;
Your hand on my thigh.

They leave me wanting;
Just a teensy bit.

Monique Saunders Mar 2011

Love Letter

I love you - love you - love you.
That is what the words said.
                    Always; I love you.
                    A mantra, a prayer.
Love you. You. Only and always you.
Pleasing, pleasant words. Poison.
Poisonous - designed to numb;
Used to ensnare, entrap,
Hold you fast - tight.
                   Don't struggle. I love you.
                   Cleave unto me, for I love you.
You'll never leave me.
                   You'll never leave me.
                   You'll never-
                                      Won't you?

I was reading a lecture Nick Cave gave on Love Songs, he mentions he has this habit of writing love letters, and how really they're a device to try and tie the object of the letters to one's person.

He mentions how under the surface of it all relationships - especially those that are romantic - are always abusive in some way.

We inflict little hurts on those we love, with our words and our actions, or inactions in the hopes that we'll tie them to ourselves - I know I've done this, and I know I still do it in my own ways.

Humans are just horribly insecure beings, but they are insightful to watch.

Monique Saunders Mar 2011

Cheap

You sit drinking your cheap liquor,
and flat soda.
You wax your philosophical views
to anyone who listens.
"The problem," You say,
"is that no one cares."
Your slurring thoughts are truly
a voice of a generation.

Monique Saunders Mar 2011

A Hitch

Transfixed; I sit staring at
Deep blue; drowning
In the eyes of you.

A hitch - suddenly I need to learn
How to breathe.
Forgetting; myself, and all that was.

Before you - I was never alive.

Monique Saunders Mar 2011

Sentence Fragment - consider revising

Sit. Breathe. Think.
Stare. Fidget. Blink.
Deep. Empty. Hollow.
Pill. Glass. Swallow.
Smile. Cry. Cut.
Eat. Gag. Glut.

— The End —