wolf mother

wolf mother Dec 2013

love is dead
god is dead

you're an angel with no habitat

wolf mother Nov 2013

i'm wasting my young years
on a phony from Nordeast
and a lipstick stained cigarette

the night air feels contrived again
as i lay my wrists out in the open for him

do as you please
***** dog, you
take what you will
lashes on the throat

i don't care much for sympathy
empathy and the like
i don't care much for sensitivity

not when the moon's full and i'm ready to pounce

there's beauty in the ****
profound treachery in the wait

wolf mother Nov 2013

phone calls for prisoners

he doesn't love me anymore
took the fresh end of the ***** and carved his name
into the garden i built just for his elbows
i should have known it when the daffodils and iris'
uprooted and left me there to curate and press my own skin for memories
he needed a mother and i gave him the honeysuckle promises
he wanted more and i dismissed his affections
now he's found someone who will only give him depth of one kind
penetrating the body, not the mind

wolf mother Oct 2013

finish it

in a body
i am trapped
dissociate and don't divulge
dis-closure means death

wolf mother Oct 2013

and you let him go

just like that
the cat's cradle wasn't as comforting as it had been
with its mobiles and plush star-covered blankets
promising endless infinity
destinies meant for the brightest beacons

just like that
i heard the cat hissing and howling into the desolate
pit of woe that became my stomach
and ******* on faded pictures of stolen youth
warm bottles of milk and honey

just like that
ribs cracked at the piercing hiss
narrowing eyes ignited with rage and fear
and skin wasn't so fragile
now holding fables of forgotten dawns and meteor showers

and just like that
i watched him fall from the 17th story
whooshing elegantly
cracking a smug grin
and narrowing his eyes to the sun's unwelcome fire

wolf mother Oct 2013

the scent of me:

lavender
lilacs
blueberries and cream

the scent of you:

ammonia
sweet ether
acrid chemicals

the scent of us:

plucked, withered and putrid purple flowers, blueberry pie
and
***

wolf mother Aug 2013

awaken (10w)

in patient
impatient
silence shuttering sodomized scars
seeing red reluctantly