Little boy, go tell your mother
That the rains are coming,
And the horrible winds.
But don't scare her.

'you're such a good girl'
beep beep beep

unfamiliar breathing, followed by
silence. my naked body is
alone on my bed sheets.
loneliness breaks my own hand and
morals for a way to get
off but i don't. i sit there and
conjure up sweet whisperings
of how i want you. *******,
deep and hard and cold.

if i'm such a good girl, then
tell me. why do i wish my flesh
will melt away like the leaves?
masochistic idiosyncrasies
wrap my vanilla heart up in
a pretty little bow. your fingers
beg to scratch off my humanity;
they have to wait their turn.

“There’s no need to rush.
Everything happens in its time.”
The wind said to the leaf
that, still green,
wanted to fly.
And when that time
finally came,
the leaf realized
that it had turned yellow.

Your eyes stare unblinking
In the distance

Heart beats slowing
As I carve the language of my love
With sticks and stones,
On your creamy skin
And watch it stain with ochre

It feels like centuries ago
I bandaged the very wounds
I now watch,
Throbbing

Your tears have long dried
Quenched by ethereal lovers
You concocted in your mind,
Thirsty
And entranced by your sweet
Smile

And now you are a barren, dry,
Wilderness
Your distant cries lost in the darkness
And screams muffled
By the choking embrace of death

A blank canvas
Devoid of hope,
Dreams and aspirations

But as your eyes glass over
I know you have finally
met the One who will love you,
For eternity

It's over now
Your grasp on my hand loosens
Your scent lingering
as the wind carries you away.

~ZA

Oh darling don't 
Give your trust to people 
like bits of gum,
They'll throw it out
Once the flavour's gone
And leave you to
Contemplate
What you thought was
'Meant to be'

In dark corners
While dark thoughts plague
Your already decaying mind
And the cold gust of falsity
Tickles your arms 
And goosebumps appear,
Your brain throbs with thoughts 
Unexplained
Was that real? Or just what he 
Feigned?

Oh darling don't 
Lay your flesh on a silver platter
For once it's tasted and prodded,
Nothing 
Else 
Matters

They'll scoop out your innards 
And watch them fester and rot
Finding pleasure in the way,
With pain, your face
Contorts

Oh darling you know
It's too good to be true
When every time your thoughts
Wander,
He says he loves you
and traps you up in his web again

A toy for his every whim
But darling the worst happens
When the lights are
Dimmed
When he's content
He'll walk out of your life
In the dead of night and
leave you a note

And you'll wake up
To a monochrome world
And realise all the colours
Have been washed away 
With the saltiness of your tears

And darling you'll never see the world the same way again.

~ZA

I sigh again, but it is as
Though you have become
Immune to the
Sounds of my discomfort

Indifferent to the tears
That soak my pillow
Late at night

Sliding effortlessly
Down the ridges and planes
Of my face
Draped in a thousand shades
Of sorrow
The shadows dancing
on my hollow cheeks.
Sunken and demure.

Your eyes stare in my direction
But my motions don't catch your eye
You prefer to ponder,
mesmerised,
by the faintest
Movement outside the window

Your brown eyes wide
And bathed in sunlight
The colour of honey
So distinct,
But lacking its sweetness

Follow the hustle and bustle
Of the Parisian streets,
As your hand lifts,
ever so slowly, from
resting on my shoulder,
Onto the ledge.

You've made up your mind.

~ZA

maybe love is to watch a thousand winters pass, and still stand by his side because you know he's made of spring

midriff cut from the universe
and diamond rings look good on her
every finger except the i'm-married-one
perky ears and silk smooth skin

adept and endearing accent
even when she's mad at me
and the way her shoulder blades curve
she's good at math and ***;

things i like more than the usual
triple threat, face, ****, breast
personality of an office chair.