Category Archives: Poetry
Ferocity Bleeds Through
This love’s ferocity bleeds through with an itch reserved most often only for the shadowthings that scritch behind eyes leaving tiny smoking clawtrails. I have not loved like this in a thousand lifetimes. I have not known any bliss such … Continue reading
when I go
When I go, darling, when I go, touch me ‘fore you lay me down to sleep, with the blue, blue satin at my head, and the blue, blue stockings on my feet. When I go, darling, when I go, kiss … Continue reading
Last Time
The last time I came undone for you had to be the last time for everything. I would not be your mistress, and I could not be your wife. I had to be your undoing.
What did you see?
I took a breath and there it was this flash of more than everything that I had ever wanted while the music box is playing I have all these eyes all these ways of watching the world from stars on … Continue reading
Bleed
Aching and tenuous, falling and splintering. Bone breaking. We are red and on the floor, puddling and sticky. I am a bullet hole and you are a smoking gun.