I could ignite the lingering spirits on my breath, to delight in the taste of death at midnight; entrusting the right of life to be caressed by bony fingertips and dressed in denial. Inside a specter writhes homing in on the heart’s reprise as it aches from deprival of the love it needs to survive. My crumbled chest rivaled with loneliness can depress the spinal sparks that decipher pain from hieroglyphs; message my brain in simple sentences, pay me with imprisonment. The final toll has long since passed despite flowing sands in the hourglass. Cracked are my lips as they slither in secrets, arrest my thoughts for they’re bound to regress into animalistic urges as the sun disfigures herself against the horizon she dies on and purges the deified notion of immortality. Demise resides inside, a parasite of time that no one shall defy. Intangible and fixed, yet unable to predict. Deep and soft it leaves its mark, like a sensuous kiss.

-SLuR

His love is built on lies
Manufactured ties
His love is built on lies
Corporations never die
Spreading love like a franchise
Tears can turn into ice,
Only if you’re nice
And you pay the right price.

-SLuR

My eyes creak open, rusted from sleep
Mice stir between the walls,
Scurrying away with my heartbeat.
I hear a peep, dust falls from the chimney
Sneak a peek around the corner,
To see the perfect form of horror.

Shadowed figure, hidden visage
Eying the room, suspicious.
A malicious grin spreads, fingers twitch
Towards decorated sweet breads.
Licks his lips, as he cleans the plate
Then makes his way to my giving tree,
A beacon to guide this demon, unholy.

Quick with the turtle tendencies
To hide underneath my shells,
Pop a shot in his gut full of sweets,
To feed him my own version of hell.
Can’t speak without teeth, he mutters a “**, **, hum.”
I guess I was a bit naughty, ‘cause Santa is go, go, gone.

-SLuR

I've got your dusty name written on an envelope, and a thousand notes typed out on my cellphone outlining ghosts and the feelings they emote inside my skin and bones where they've come to build a home; Tormenting the residents persistently, with their fermented love of misery. I've grown hesitant, wearing a penchant for loneliness and a cross against my chest. Could you call an exorcist to rid my mind of these pests, ethereal feelings- a constant reminder that you exist. Deep in my heart's flesh, I'm scarred by pinpricks significant enough to know that something will always be amiss.

-SLuR

Death sits atop my tongue,
Ashes dance around my thoughts.
Perched upon my skeletal frame,
Indelible bruises made of blame.

Won’t you kiss me, singe me,
Coat me in pungent smoke?
Let me feel you between my fingers
Before your scent no longer lingers.

I can taste you with every pull,
I can see you within each cloud.
I feel your absence leaking like an abscess,
My throat clawing away at cancer, to say your name
And to hear an answer.

-SLuR

Stir me up like the dust in your lungs when you breathe,
To leave me behind as I start spiraling,
And your airborne memories
Begin gently settling,
In between
Every

Single

Piece

Of

Me.

-SLuR