They call you, someone worthy of  being called a Goddess, so out of this world,
                     E T H E R E A L
  You walk through the soft wildflower
patches, who bow to you, the one capable of even more beauty than themselves.

  From the other side, by an old willow tree, i watch you in awe. not quite capable of looking away, neither capable of surviving the sight of you.

  Your white dress flows with the passing breeze. In that moment, all i wanted to be was the warm air who brushed past your collarbones, your tan shoulders and your flower-scented hair, addorned with the petals that fell from the colorful wreath you're wearing.

Addorned in black
from head to toe
Hiding in the shadows

Waiting to sneak out
with your victorian lace-up boots

Licking your lips, snickering
thinking about stepping
all over my vulnerability

You are horrific
and I am helpless
But a part of me
craves all of it

Purify me
Bring me to beauty
And when you finally
deliver me from my sins

Dress my body
in the finest assortment of laces
before they send me away
six feet down

these 2 days feel like a month
and I'm just staring at a wall addorned with pictures of a frog that someone
felt tasteful to put up here.

some incense going-

the guy with the one eye,
out of a
colander
and glass vase.


styrofoam cups with seed.


beating heart bored of the routine