Once upon a time,
You tossed my emotions in the shredder.
I paid you back in flesh.

Nervous,  I grasped the knife.
Pressing it against me,
Right before the puncture.
I freeze. My arm feeling the sting.
I gather myself. Deep breath.
Serated blades saw away,
Breaking skin, tearing muscle.
Then the blood drips.

We exchange wounds,
Cut for cut.
It wasn't love, just pain.

i came back to run my hands all over your catastrophes.

Do you dream of world full of possibilities with no restrictions?"
He choked on asking me ... Was it such a hard question ? Every one dreams of a life with no rules and is on the adventure looking for the pursuit of happiness. His face heavily looked down into his notebook . I can tell he was drenched into every question he was going to ask me . He was curious about me ? My power and the kingdom I reigned. How can I reign a kingdom with no king . We can have it all ? Is it true? This theory may be tested , but my hypothesis is that you can only choose one thing to live with . It depends on deal you make with the devil. But I was walking devil in a dress with power awfully hard to conquer. And this man who is a multimillionaire , once a penniless reporter ,has captured my heart within minutes .

She's an imp of a troublemaker fairy
they call her Heather Featherwand
she lives midst ancient ruins
    'pon Saturn's ringlets
          of ethereal ice & dust
you might get a peek at her
  neath a summertide night's dream,
she wears lavender and tangerine
  to blend in with the blazing cosmos,
 her pale peachy butterfly wings
    make sounds like katydids
     singing in the treetops and
         cicadas come to life at night
  further adding to her mysterious flight,
she took off one day, they say
    with the man in the moon
  and they've been starstruck ever after