#allegorical
The unraveling starts in bedrooms
Always, first with the skin,
Flesh melting away
Tender molting,
Each joining feels like a sacred offering
Gloria Patri, et Filio…
Ave Maria, gratia plena…
Your fingers are so tender, my skin pliable, alive
Burning.
I’m keening, moving rhythmically–
Placid stirrings of the sea.
When you reach inside, it feels like a baptism.
How do you do that?
How do we do that?
Burn & revive ourselves.
Eis quos amo
Peur perfectus fractus
After we’ve exchanged ****** offerings–
Fluid, teeth, & skin
We collapse into soft, melted darkness.
Your hands find my face, cradling my hurt.
You see me with such
Reverence & adoration.
Am I a goddess to you? Do I terrify you?
“You’re so beautiful, you know that?”
Now we’re truly naked.
You kiss each part of my face–
Cheeks, nose, softly parted lips, eyelids.
You see me beneath the sacred cloth.
It’s terrifying, I want to say, yet so beautiful.
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 9:42 AM UTC
Slowly,
I passed by the treeline.
The weeds growing over the path,
The bricks weathered & chipped.
The breeze was chap.
Silently,
I walked down the path.
The reeds by the pond shooting up,
The shoreline lapping & beckoning.
The bees buzzed, the birds chirped.
Compassion walked beside,
Curiosity wandered nearby.
The branches drooped low,
The forests creaked with life.
Further along, a river flowed.
Delicate in its trace upon the landscape,
Yet sharp as a knife.
Lilypads adorn with lotus
Floated idly atop the pond surface.
Frog leaped, dragonfly darted by;
The fish jumped up from the water
And rested at my feet on the shore.
"Let's help this fellow out!"
"How peculiar! Out or back in?"
Slowly, silently;
Delicate in its trace upon the landscape.
Nearby, beside;
The bees buzzed, the birds chirped.
Passed by the treeline;
The breeze was chap, yet sharp as a knife.
Down the path;
The branches drooped, the forests creaked.
Darted, leaped;
The shoreline lapping & beckoning.
Wandered, walked;
The bricks weathered & chipped.
Darted, leaped;
Rested at my feet, the shore.
Walked, wandered;
Floated idly atop the pond surface.
Further along, a river flowed.
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 8:04 PM UTC
Wanna be pervasive on thoughts?
On carte blanche?
I'll give you a perverted stream
And force you to wade in it.
I'll tease you with wonder,
I'll keep from you the infinite.
Enjoy your ********
Have another pile of manure!
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 7:41 PM UTC
Fission, fusion.
Derision after derision.
Creation, destruction.
Degredation after degredation.
Combination, seperation.
Decay after decay.
Fusion, fission.
Praise after praise.
Destruction, creation.
Amelioration after amelioration.
Splitting, collaboration.
Growth after growth.
I know only
That I know nothing!
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 9:04 PM UTC
Collaboration's implicit excitations explicate expectations
Unity's myriad augurs geomancy's indications
Demagoguery's ostensibly intuitive impetus coordinations
Extravagantly exorbitant panaceas appreciate exaggerations
Prolifically profuse profundity's autonomous gestations
Empirically emulate epistemology's exogamous creations
Intrigue's imperative promulgation's quantum fecundations
Fealty's ephemeral enunciation's explicit complications
Hypercritically exponential prophylaxis protocol's interpretations
Sacrosanct unary's preternatural predilection's extrications
Eventuation's evocative illuminism avant garde's ostentations
Corrupt costume counselor's indicative explications
Assimilation's synthetic synthesis' ascensional implications
Ominous phenomenon portrayal detinue's integrations
Umbral ultraism's penumbral platitude's objectifications
Futurity's spontaneous flamboyance's apotropaic expiations
Nov 30, 2024
Nov 30, 2024 at 12:02 AM UTC
I'm here for you. What do you need? I'll let you take it.
Pluck my eyes from my sockets so you can see.
Slice my skin so delicately
to patch the wounds you need to heal.
Rip the nails from my fingers and toes to fill
the cracks in your spirit to feed your will.
Slice my hands to help you come back in touch
with an intimate nature you didn't do much
to channel and experience.
Extract my legs to help you walk,
and steal my lips to help you talk.
Use the meat to feed your soul,
my muscle fibers to pay the toll
of your daily wear and tear
as you use my arms to reach the heights
of stars that glimmer in those endless nights.
Take my bones and make thoroughly sharp,
and re-use my nerves to make a harp
so you can play sweet music
as you defend yourself from misery and pain
and bring beauty to that of which you've slain.
Use me all, and leave me as dirt
but there is one rule you cannot skirt.
My heart, forged in steel and coated in iron
please do not take that away from me.
My heart isn't for free.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
my conniving, cunning cat
so quick to pivot on paws,
but caring enough to walk the alleyways that are my
head and heart.
your claws cascade on my soul,
and i know you love me,
but you are a collective culling..
i can't bring myself to return to sender,
love my ender.
my alley cat,
i can't help but surrender,
to your every rake and take of my being.
you are the poison i crave,
the liquor on the top shelf.
the cat that possesses the power,
to bleed me raw and,
steal the love i can't help.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC