Pretend to love my glass shards
then instead of you being cut
I am the atrocity
a friend you are not
and I see this
still I will be me
recede
why fight to be around
pretend I matter
while I sit in the background

Lavender sunset deepens
and a plaintive hush prevails
broken by locusts rasping
nocturne foreboding



~Hilda~

An ugly creature, writhing in the corner
one eye looks over in disgust, seeing what it really is
for the creature has shown its colors to the fixated, hazel eye
sometimes wavering in the knowledge that he knows she is filth
but always in the end it is the creature
then we have the other eyes
yellow, brown, green, blue, multitudes showering down watching the demon
unfortunately, a spawn of satan they do not see
would they stop cooing and praising
the self hatred building up will soon explode
and glass shards will blind
then they will see what the hazel eye knew all along
and the creature will continue to writhe
in the corner
finally ceasing to inflict unintended pain

When I find me utterly destroyed
I look into your eyes
and melt
forgetting all the knives in my soul
if only I could just see those eyes beyond my mirror
deeper than a picture
your stare must eradicate diamonds
when standing before your warmth

Fantasies with Death
bottle evaporating my tongue
passion for Death
smoke baptizing my soul
******* to Death
a hose hooked to my tailpipe
making love with Death
vision blurred, groggy
round the bend
*does Death make love
or is it ****

A face I study hard as if it were arithmetic
eyebrows like mountain arches
I wish to climb high to caress your forehead
such a sweet nose I will kiss incessantly
to reach the valley that is your full lips
falling down to sweet repose in your soul
safe
as I look up from below into your eyes
dark pools of love
let me swim deep down into the depths
never surfacing
that is alright, I can still breathe here
memorizing each line and crevice
of the house that is your heart

If my written words could scream
you may go deaf