My life is a blooming pool of burgundy,
maroon
gasping in the face of doom
dying on the **** of 70's carpet,
tears soaked right through
and you are my exit wound.
Some piece of me that is missing
a hole of despair that needs a fixing
eyes wide open, in terror
stuck glossy and still twitching.

Dearest wax figure of Bundy
when you love, why must you take?
Bring girls home on a Monday
only for them to never awake.
Despite what you say
it is not an act of fate
your manly hands are ******
and within them, lays the stake.

Your fingers reach out
making themselves known
in every shadowed alley
I've watched the news and cried
you've drawn another tally.
Only strong within the cover of the night
you cower away from crowded streets
pray it all looks right.
Someday, justice will find you
and she will win the fight.

I'll be nothing in your backseat
resting your hand on my upper thigh.
So high when I'm feeling your energy
and down with a lower case lie.

It's so gentle that I bleed
strawberries, lip balm, summer breeze
things I always thought I'd lost,
joy was too quick to take its leave.
Be my sugar, to the lemon that I squeeze
be my greatest chase, after all
we are free.

Past the tattoo parlors and broken freight trains
scared we'll run out of town before long.
Rubbing you out of my mind like an ink stain.
I'm not sure I've ever really been strong
can't find where I stand and you remain,
you tell me, what is right and what is wrong.
Wondering, if like mine,
does your face ever grow red
like a rising Aries dawn?
Always unsure why I showed you my tan lines
when you're so alright having nothing on.

I love you so much it hurts
like breaking a berry from her vine.
Flickering ember of basil incense burns
every memory on your shrine.
I ask the figment of a universe
when will you be mine?
Give me something good enough
a dream of us, a sign.

You've been wanted for so long
how can you hide away inside?
I miss your beautiful face
and I miss your stubborn pride.
Want you to replace
my fantasies,
with kisses so intense,
like a rising summer tide.

So many cards have been broken from the deck
the lovers, an empress, death
I was so beautiful, now I am a wreck.
Look at what you've done to me
my long hair, flushed cheeks, and nothing next.
All I needed
was to leave my lipstick on your neck.
Something to terrify you
into heading my way, West.

Second guessing my goodbyes
cursed us back in February
but now it is July.
Found myself hot and running
full sprint, shirt unbuttoned
back to you,
you are something.
Something to chase
and something to hold
a flame worth protecting
a memory, not yet too old.

It's been 5 years
but I still wish you'd touch me again
bring life back to my skin.
My eyes will grow wide like a deer's
blood rush to my ears!
For you I am prey,
and I hope you know, my dear
no one has ever seen me that way
never been permitted to stay
and to smell my humbling fear.

When you dress in black and cloak
your feelings with your tears,
Remember all that time you had,
the days, the weeks, the years.

Now is not the time to bring me
flowers in a bow,
That took so long amongst the weeds,
a journey bloom from sow.

When you sit up front and centre
and then go on to say your piece,
Do not think of all the times
you mentioned to me least.

Do not say I was a good, kind wife,
or a sweet and loving mum.
Think instead of the long list
of ways that I'll ruin our son.

Now is not the time to bring me
flowers in a bow.
Not now. Like this?
In front of everyone I know?

Instead just let me lie in peace
and slowly start to rot.
And just like now I can see out my days
as a girl that life forgot.

with a look watch the book take it took rather light cooked
make it shook talk it rook follow soot would it
round the bend do it send feel a wake water trend
bake it rake it shake it till the faker is in bed yuh
shoulder coulda stayed for awhile keepin aid for a style
walker talked bottle hotter followed crept exiled shocker maimed
framed with it same day lame couldnt
major minor sold in diamond whiner keeper copper folded daughter locker tamed with it
back bridled shoulda
game sided woulda
fallen to be crawlin fists of dollars to be callin funny
money money money money money keep it comin honey
vent sobbing bold bent red bawling
solder didnt
and a wicker minute
**** crawlin in the bitter with it
on a back mast bad stack wrap blast betcha dolla nab fast lack that banned cast which stood it
wouldja fall in with it
book could it
wouldnt walk straight in the face
with the way that he took it like
**** did it
and he gotta sike it all inna weird wet way like a sun under fog on the bay in the rain on the wall
pit type woah stay to wicked
flip right phone pay to win it
bit lye misty oughta sit throne may u finish
sit tight so there fake to spin it

What ugly brilliance burns within the face,
Of the man who switched his head for the Sun,
The Earth, in orbit round his skull in space,
Becomes a Hell: his heat—melting everyone.

Wild ducks swim the flooded streets,
Dead men float face down,
What do the living eat,
When civilizations drown.