I'm just a waste of space
These things will never change to you
But at least there is meaning between bodies pieced together beneath sheets
You're a cannibal
And I love it more than I should

Finger tips around my neck-
Grab me by the heart until my veins escape my chest
The ache of my body
The pulsing inside me
I know what it means to dance with the devil

There are more ways than I can count to feel the flame
Waiting for a spark to ignite

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

While her mind carried the weight of thought-
She found herself shaking sheets more often than indulging in a mutual self worth
Rarely shaking hearts
Though the connection was presented-
The value was untold
Instead It was left dancing along the strings of a cellos lugubrious tune-
With an intimacy such as the sun bestowed upon the moon-
The same of which held her heart-
Floating in the absence of time

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

The night sky frees me-
Balances me

Time to think-
Time to listen-
The sounds
they sing a song
The narration of innumerable stories
TIME-
Like the time my eyes held onto the shadowed clouds-
Composed above me
As my body froze-
As my mind collapsed
As every part of me became lifeless
Play possum-
Perhaps this moment will relinquish me
Perhaps they won't depredate my foundation
Perhaps they won't assert those words
As if I've had a name change
Perhaps they won't divulge each flaw lining my body as my flesh became dinner anyway

Maybe if I close my eyes-
I will wake up
I must wake up
But maybe lacks solidarity
And with that-
maybe failed me

But I did not fail me
Because you cannot take was not given to you for the taking-
Myself

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

She came wild-
Existing by the moon
She dared you to fathom what depths you could take
And with it-
She became art

The words that left her
lit up the evening from the fire that burned inside
Together-
Through sound and motion-
Ashes embodied the spaces in between

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro