Frayed Edges

Frayed, torn edges
of butterfly wings
rising so gracefully
fluttering
arcing
randomly riding a
chaotic wind
poetic suspend
vulnerable trust
in the frantic up-thrust
full trust
in the land
ampersand

He Can't Be a Normal Man

Whomever I love
he can't be a
normal man

I want him to mix
the poisonous toxin
without my outright suggestion

I want him to
walk in my
dark promenade

I want his strong arms
& darkest thoughts
to settle in
around me
& my own

I want us to dance
in the
darkest trance

I want to drink his nectar
& he
to drink
from me

Let us mix
fashionable poison

Let us praise each other
in our dark thought
writhing
wrought
with the moon
blushing
as our naked bodies sigh

Layers of Hell

I now know there are layers to hell. She was a vibrant
part of my life
now forever silent

So sudden

It still rattles me

She was one of the first to notice my writing
always encouraging
her purple emblem became my anchor
& then
one day
everything stopped

A chill
unlike any other
settled around me
Hell
and all its beastly hellhounds
showed their teeth
with her disappearance

Valhalla

I bury it
it gets resurrected
I murder it
it gets reborn

Insomnia

White nightgown trailing
another tragic tale flailing
a victim
with her screaming echoes
my hand reaching
silent footfalls

Sobering Conversation

I told her I have been single for 6 years. Her eyes widened and she proceeded to trample on every thought of grace I had planted.  This girl that was single, herself. I shook my head and offered some lame excuse and just let the subject fall to the greasy floor where we stood.

6 years. Good Lord. I walked away feeling like some kind of wondrous, nerdy loser. I started saying a string of cuss words (mostly 'fuck').  I thought of  the opportunities that I gave up, walked away from, or hid from. I thought of all the damning things that would always make me feel less than, up to this point.

My life has been a fucked-up roller coaster ride, since the day I was born. I'm learning to feel. I'm learning to live. And learning love myself has been the longest journey.

6 years. It sounded longer than forever. Dear God. Something's terribly wrong with me. My fist grips my own heart, until it bleeds uncontrollably.

Poison Ring

My poison ring flashes
pending court date
my back remember the
painful lashes
naked skin
remembering the sin
gaping flesh
no healing mesh

Quietly I slip away
fill the silver ring
poison I plan to bring
push the naïve souls to safety
as I go on trial
the beast
with his toothless grin waits

Cold & calculated
watching as the
toxin drips
a smile
escapes
my ruby lips

Rip it from Me

Everyone wants a piece
pieces that I show
like shards of ripped paper
knowing only half my story
& none of the glory

I'm a chameleon
showing the showy show
blending
bending
mending

Dear God
rip it from me
pain & the sweet
  tantalizing dream
rip it
tear it up
burn it in a heap
gather the ashes
mold them in your better hands

Gothic Nights / Steely Dreams

Thunder clap
Bullwhip wrap
Lightning crashing
Push
Pull
Give
Take
Speak
Listen
Words slashing
Verbal lashing

Steely eyelids slamming shut
Silence wraps around me
  settles like lead in my gut

Crumbling walls and my
MadHatter hat sitting atop my
messy head
askew
I look with a wayward glance
for a better view

Hangman's Tale

Creaking of the branch
my skin
gone blanch
opaque thoughts slipping
dark
night tripping
this rope is top-notch
thread gripping.