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Feb 2017 · 468
Placebo Fascination
Charlotte Feb 2017
An earth angel,
A walking indigo,

The dark fire of a seraphim,
You damage me so adequately.
Nov 2016 · 483
MAGDALENE
Charlotte Nov 2016
But my knuckle bones run cold,
When your eulogy is told,
Darling haunt me,

Find me in the arms,
Of your silver charm,
Sweetheart curse me,

With your foreign love,
The raven and her dove,
The fever of the ******,

Stone the valentine,
In my soft decline,
From a Judas Romance,

Paint me in your eyes,
In the blue I'll never die,
My assassin lover,

Portrait of pure art,
Mosaic antique heart,
Powerless once more,

Curse of the Sublime,
ignorant to time,
paradise mortality.
Nov 2016 · 685
ARCADIA
Charlotte Nov 2016
But these Eyes which fall on words inevitably unwritten,
Resonates absurdity's fingertips,
A delayed abomination,
Dancing with harlequins in their ring of retribution,
sing out with a poet’s mocking:

‘Fear your mistress/fear your maiden,
Decorated in her daisy chain of souls,
And silver to her bones from stone cold matinees’,

With Carnal thirst for the cruel phantoms
Who patrol like clockwork within a cell patterned cathedral,
Chanting monologues pairing their patience with promise,
In Shadows behind the collar they hide,
With convulsive voices knotting the synapses like shoelace,

This Fruitless curiosity meets with defeat,
The divine torture of invisibility argued with nihility,
Running blood of a guardian and a watcher's ghost,

With whom do they divulge their surrender to?
An anonymous force or a non-existent one?
Maybe they refute the toxic plains of prayer,
Maybe it is their duty to be timekeepers not lovers,
Nov 2016 · 818
MAGISTRA
Charlotte Nov 2016
Labyrinthine châteaus,
Fools in gravestone petticoats,
Chasing reflections of saints through golden hallways,
A path of hedonists and heretics in the tenth circle of hell,
An ashtray paradise where we practice the art of burning out,

Amidst the echoed Antoinette beauty,
Pearls run across collarbones,
Débutantes and flower girls,
A gallery of ceramic smiles, feed men war,

Stars hibernate upon their sleeves with golden needles outstretched,
Temptation turns slowly ready to be adored,
To be cornered in this pantheon of railway beauty,

Magdalene kisses my rose oiled eyes,
Little doll house murders laid to rest in a vigilant breath,
Countess creatures sinful with delight,
Parade in their modern Babylon running circles with saints,
Soporific siren sweet to your trade, string wishes into her mouth.
Nov 2016 · 2.1k
LILITH
Charlotte Nov 2016
Beware the sour duchess with her cobra tongue,
Come marionette, fall at her feet, the carnal cherry flower maid,
She hides in the devil's gap tooth,
In his pinstriped pockets full of rosary beads and candlewick,

She steals the heart-shaped cosmic superstition,
Demure with dulcet debauchery,
Forged in a grand dalliance of coquettish repulsion with his valiant renegades,
Vagrant of prayer and petrichor,
Buying fancy for the maudlin dolls, the ethereal actresses nursed to betray,

These childish ordeals rosy with youth,
Turn to lilac smitten executioner under the glass of a silver boulevard,
She writes me foolish want in this presence of gods and criminals,
Sell me your kisses and fingertips bruise my aura with your architecture,
Sleeping sound in your dominion the sheets are always warm.
Nov 2016 · 1.1k
ODETTE
Charlotte Nov 2016
Time moves forward,
The earth spins its silk,
On mornings wed with buttermilk,
Your ingénue sleeps,
Under a honeycomb sky,
Weeping sweet into her dream soaked eyes,

The walls of your heart were a dusty rose tapestry,
An interior of toothache and sticky ghosts,

He called for that criminal kiss,
For the warmth of the reminisce,

Her limbs were snug,
Gathered like a bouquet,
Thrown at your temple floor,
Sleeping wrapped within his holy grail,

Blossom spilled from his hallowed lips,
You whisper I taste of rosewater and new worlds,
Meaning the summer was lost inside us,
Consumed by a religious hunger,
In a locket of wild heat,

Arrest your memory before I forget,
As us criminals often do,
I fly alongside hope,
Like a honeybee in rain,
And pray I will make your sermon change.

— The End —