It rises again.

The torrent of emotion.

Spirits loosed from cracked bottles

dark aromas looking for area to fill –

a chasm to illuminate with terror.


Trapped beneath spider web skin.

It rages on.

Splitting bindings,

diction let loose

that once was

stacked in my mind.


War cries ripping through

silent mind.

They fill the emptiness

that was my brain.


Then there was that

one spark of pain,

lost against the rushing

beneath my exterior.


Time slows.


The emptiness pushes back

and a victor is named.


A pinprick –

and then it’s gone.


The vacancy re-enters,

leaving me to explore

the nonexistent realms

in a restless imagination.


Under the Moon

We swam in the night.

Our fingers grasped the wisps of fog,

our bodies twisted to the moon’s humming tune.

We washed our hands in pools of charcoal

and etched ink drawings into each others

translucent skin.

Rainbows trapped in dark droplets,

reflecting unseen light,

dripped through our raven black hair

and kissed the surface of the lake.

The ripples trembled with our movements

as we gave into the bone chilling


My Queen

Normalcy glinted between the flames

as red and orange tongues licked

tasting the sweet innocence.


I tried to reach across the eons

To quell my raging fears

To ignore my crying body

with tears rolling down my back

dripping in my eyes with a sting

and touching my tongue with a

burst of salt.


I tried to be like Normalcy,

with gleaming skin

and gleaming teeth

and gleaming eyes.

Radiating every usual thought

each truthful smile

and casual messiness.


I felt the transformation.

It swept away the burning heat,

and similar to a cool cloth

it rested upon my brow

soaking up the inky imperfection

with acceptance.


But then I felt her call.

A keening like a  mother

mourning a dead child.

My eardrums peeled,

my skin’s flaws became magnified,

and every diseased though rushed back:

the hate, the fear, the guilt.


Normalcy reached a hand through the burning flames,

but beside now stood a Queen.

With hair of flame,

eyes of red

and breath of smoke,

she stood –


My Queen.


Normalcy leaned closer

but my Queens breath reached me first.

Normalcy’s face was plain

and my Queens was so radiant.


I looked down and saw the bones

through the steamy

Queen’s breath.


I stepped away from Normalcy

and into the Queen’s cloak

of fiery inferno.