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Elisabeth Oct 2018
the moon rises and soothes my heated skin
red and blistered from the sun’s brutal eyes
harsh and judging giving me no blink of a break
a gentle touch caresses and heals my peeling cheeks
staring directly into such hot eyes leaves a piercing feeling through the back of my skull and an orange glow over my pupil
the moon’s soft glow allows my eyes to open wide with wonder no fear of being blinded
warm pleasant air keeps me from freezing underneath that pretty white glow
in daylight the wind is vicious and whips me in the face hurting where I’m already burned
a whole night for me to heal
only to be blistered again
Elisabeth Oct 2018
I will tear you apart with my teeth and use your splintered bones as toothpicks before the trial
clean your blood from under my fingernails
your blood so rich and red will drip from the corners of my mouth
so thick and sweet looking
boiled till you blister
sweaty exterior sweeter than the scent of fresh peaches
but the inside was more acidic than I could define
sweet and fresh exterior for a decaying heart
I devoured everything you had to offer
without another thought
except for
I wish I had known
Elisabeth Oct 2018
My brain is a brick
Completely made of stone
Yank me from space and through clouds
Back to earth and my statuette body
A little help with a ***** from these poisonous thorns make me feel warm again
Give my lungs air and my veins blood
It never lasts- this euphoric sense of humanity
This utopia of the mundane
Again this suffocating fog of storm clouds will pull me in
Drowning me
My immovable stone lips peel into a smile and smoke billows out
Pink returns to my cheeks and brown to my pupils
My heart jerks into motion, jobless for decades
A white flying saucer hits my tongue and reflex pulls it in
Down into my empty and hungry belly
My joints crick and ***** into motion
First thought joy next running from the ocean of darkness
The rose wilts
Smoke turns into only remnants of vapors
And I feel my fingertips tingle- feeling leaving as well as my flying saucer
Elisabeth Oct 2018
Pooh Bear, Pooh Bear call my name.
Holler Christopher Robin to keep me sane
I don’t like this disappearing game
You hid in the roses and were never seen again
Tears stream down my face leaving a stain
Screaming for you left my throat raw from the strain
Hid in the roses never to be seen again
Tears fall down my face leaving a stain.
Screaming for you leaves my throat burning from strain



Pooh Bear Pooh Bear call my name
Please do not refrain


I need you with me on this train
Do you have no shame?
Can you at least explain?
When did this turn into a disappearing game?
Elisabeth Oct 2018
Dark cottony clouds the color of greying lilacs glide across the sky.

Her thundering footsteps roll in your direction.

Leaves shiver in anticipation

The burn of the lowering sun barely peaking through.

Rain taps at your window with her soft fingertips, begging for your hand.

When you visit with her for the night.

Her warm inviting scent lingers in your throat.

You dance together

Stomping in the puddles no rain boots needed

Your socks get soaked through and there might even be a cold on its way

Yet you regret not a single moment with her

Your wet hair hangs in your face

Mixing with your little grin, seconds tick by like hours

You are her only lover  

She does damage then dashes but you will still love her tomorrow

Even when she’s gone she is still in the leaves and gutters.

Traces of her stay remain on the leaves, becoming morning dew at sunrise.
Elisabeth Oct 2018
you
One negative word paired with your name and I know I will never breathe properly again

You will poke holes in each of my lungs until with every exhale I am whimpering your scent  

You will staple my lips shut and rip them out when I am willing to moan your name

Squeeze my heart with your calloused palms until it only beats for you  

You will shock my system with jumper cables until you are the only thing I find electric  

Cut off my toes and break my feet so that I can never leave you

You will bound my fingers with sewing needles until I am willing to sign myself away to you

And finally, if I ever get away, you will excavate my brain, so I can never truly leave
Elisabeth Sep 2018
Little whimpers escape your lips as your fingers reach toward the moon

Your wrists are gripped and forced against brick

Breaths coming and going quickly

Yelps from your throat leave you raw

Teeth in your neck leave you rigid

Aching, eyes drooping

Cold and heavy

You drop
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