Queendom

Her sweet, pitted fruits swing low for gentle hands to grab that nurtures life with a nectar and bleeds for the minds of her kind.   willed by her sceptre now is the time for lips, fastened by The Other, to sing again.   In the shadows her roots delve deep to steady a crown …

All Lost

I traveled far - some went, I came to wish in wells to disturb the tame old poet's hands fed seeds, my brain my body, lead   empty nets sought pets, somber  - miles away her breath birthed smiles easy prey as records played, folk through incense smoke velvet fingers kissed by lips, lingered.     I …

Carved Hearts

A ghost hides behind her skin to conceal dark revenants that reside within The Eye sees an end before it begins   pried open - a knife on a shell ice and fire thrive in hell and a ghost hides behind her skin   flames lick the breath of the cold light on blood glistens …

the tree of another life

How did i forget the falling darkness the gleaming flakes that cover places i once laid every blade of grass turned down in a deep and endless pit of brown.   moved by long fingers on cold lips and the taste of ginger lemon tea - warmth came over me on a hallow tree we …

Beautiful Things

Sometimes I'd hide behind my eyes because of you and I'd make a list of all the beautiful things you'd do I'd think about the curve of your beautiful lips and the beautiful pulse under your beautiful grip and because of all your beauty I stayed behind my eyes until I was gone completely. - …

Never Forget

the rush of fresh air cutting into the polluted cab of a tan Oldsmobile cigarettes given life by the dying light of another songs that never end drowning the cusses of your parents no seatbelts that cut the side of your neck or keep you from letting wind rush past your ears tall walls of …

strained tight lips, wide hips                     child birthing - slack skin bears life            a right by gender  

fatty

the doughy parts are                    veiled by waves of loose fabric                    death by elastic

Antithesis

do you still love as hard as when you loved me? Do you still hate? Do you still hate me for loving you so much that I hate you? Do you still beg beg for sex beg for emotional assurance beg to change the channel? do you still fuck e v e r y t …

a Wolf’s Lamb

Mushy stands in front of a mirror contemplating the dress she wears its charcoal black collar bites at her neck perfect for a funeral   her heart flutters around inside of her body loose - free - exposed she feels sick she yearns for a remedy   to steady her trembling hands she takes a …