Ella

consuming consuming
Is there nothing you won't touch?
Heavy jowls and bloated lips,
searching for your next meal.
Teeth of meat and eyes of blood,
You eat the flesh of all.
You're at your merriest
when your mouth is full.
Gluttony knows you well;
rumbling, living rot
festering, rolling sloth
failure failure
I won't be like you.

Fragile Flowers

In the ice and the muck, there is a plce for us; a garden of crystal blooms that tinkle in the gust of your whispers. This secret keep of silent longing and lost fear drips with liquid remorse. Here, I sing to your dreams and tend to your whimpers. Lend me your tears and I'll fall out of myself. I will wear your strumming ache on my breast as your sparkling shadow calls to my monster in this garden, our garden, of imaginary touch.

the infiltration is complete

Because some people can't keep their mouths shut, my other blog has been contaminated. It's no longer safe as an outlet. Looks like this prison is my only out; trapped but free.

Spinning

Who will cry for me? Who will call my name? Who will lie for me?
Why is it all distorted? People see gray when I'm red. Why am I less than what I expected?
Overlooked, ignored, unnoticed as the only flower in the desert. But it's not the desert, is it? Am I kidding myself? Aspiring for the clouds when I can't even get out of the ground! I'm causing my own pain and suffering. I could turn around and ignore it. But I can't. I'm compelled to reach out and connect to someone, anyone. Why do I see beauty when others see the dark gray of nothing special? What if it is true? What if I have no depth, no shine? Awareness of my solitude leaves me colder than the solitude. Still no one cries for me.

Sunkissed

skin, brown, touch, kiss, licking, wandering, roaming, touching, hair, soft, pulling, head, cheek, mouth, sweet, soft, strong, moist, taste, tongue, twisting, ankle, leg, thigh, soft, firm, velvet, smile, teeth, push, throb, run, walk, take, give, flowing, loving, whisper, goose-flesh, shoulder, breast, soft, rough, pain, joy, tortured, soft, done.

Echo

You always come to me in the night; seeping slowly in with your warmth. I know the end but, reach out to you anyway. The hazy edges come into focus with the tickle of your hair on my thigh. Can you hear me sigh with content as your long chestnut tendrils slip softly through my fingers? Your rough hands rub so tenderly on my fragile waves; so sweet, so sweet. The slow trail of your warm breath on my cool skin tightens my peaks. Your leisurely worship teases my fancy. I arch into your kiss as you pierce the grape of joy. Covering my face with your feathered grip, I foolishly give you everything. I hold nothing back. What captivating light that comes from our eyes is shadowed by your tongue. Your voice of tumbling rocks brings back the biting cold. As the warmth fades away, I am left in the painful, sleeting darkness of your haunting turn and the muddy footprint of your scent. And still I ache to feel it again.

Reflection

You’re thin. Your face is ugly and I want to smash it. I hide from you, but you always seem to find me. You are a stranger that I am very familiar with. You’re getting thinner and thinner, but you are taking me over. My breath is pouring out as you suck it in. And still you protect me while killing me all in one blink. I delight in your slumber as the desert delights in a thunderstorm; silently, tenderly.

Tears

They sound like the roar of a lion and taste like shattered glass. Each spill sighs a silent glimmer. What story do you tell? None, for the prison hides you well.

Hole

Down inside where everything is broken. Lost to light and embracing the dirt.
I do not struggle. Slain is the fight and charred is the skin.