Monthly Archives: June 2015
Cyanide
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow eventually comes and you are grey haired and knot-knuckled. You have measured out your last cigarette-stained peachpit and teaspoon and where once you scuttled under a dark oppressive ocean, sideways, hands grapp-grapping at nothing, snapping … Continue reading
Her Grasp Is Empty
She wants to lift her hands up to the sky and feel the sun on her face but all that comes is rain and shadow. She wants to feel a hand in hers, but her grasp is empty, and her … Continue reading
Shake and Shiver
I want to eat of your bitter heart and sing praises of your ruined body, play drums with the shards of your shattered bones, and watch the pomegranate flutters of your ribbon-skin shake and shiver while you dance with light-step … Continue reading
The Life In My Eyes
I cannot tell you how many times I have imagined putting a knife to your throat, how bright my smile gets when I think it, how I flush with heat. Every time, you tell me how beautiful I am, and … Continue reading
Between The Bars
You wield knives, sharp ones, intent on bleeding me to death, the kind that stab through any defense, the kind that are made of hope and promise, the kind that are thin enough to get between the bars of the … Continue reading