Breath stolen by spinning disks of obsidian,
turntables hitching in midst of old voices; trapped in the moment
etched lines the mother of sweet sound,
reverberating through vast chambers of the rambling heart –
crumbling frozen spindles of the mind;
a key to ricocheting memories
thawing the long spent cries to forgive,
lost in bombardment through steel-tipped thoughts.
Running through an empty house
counting down the seconds.
One last place to find
One last place to hide.
Ready or not
here he comes.
Hear the dripping of the tap
from the bathroom she once was
left running in the haste
to hide from echoing laughter.
Ready or not
here he comes.
lined against the wall
watching as she’s found
watching as she’s pinned to the ground.
Smiling at their owner
as she’s fighting.
Ready or not
here he comes
with his song:
all you want.
No more running
no more hiding
once you’re found
I’ve got you bound.
Like a horse you trampled my spirit,
your hand stole happiness
and left purple pain.
I tried to pluck some poppies,
but all the pretty flowers
in all the pretty world
couldn’t erase the memories.
Your force stole my strength
till only your words were needed
to make my knees tremble and clack.
I still shiver at the scent
as I remember the taste
of your putrid breath
and rotting body.
As if sprung from fresh spring rain
two violets peep from a dirty landscape
smiling with pebbles that scatter around their roots.
Aqua eyes blinking in the daylight
and sleeping away the night
when fireflies buzz by
tinkling little laughs
that echo yours.
Soft lips forming words I cannot hear
as I stare at the blue violets
which suddenly have become so clear.
My fingers wish to glide
across supple skin
and I yearn
to learn what those blue violets look like
Yet the temptation does break reality,
so I watch across
a lake of yearning
and only cross over
under the cover of night
wrapped in dreams rampant with hope.
When those blue violets open to the golden rays of sun
all that remains
is a violet
to be pondered upon
by an innocent beauty.
The nightmares that plagued the frozen statues
wrapped cold tendrils around the warmth breath
that escaped from parted lips.
embraced the world, hands outstretched
to welcome the galaxy into her soul.
Breathing is the rippling tides of time
she tightened her tendons and took
a trembling step.
The weakness penetrated through thawed bones
for the sight was chilling –
the lines of statues facing towards a
As she looked upon the desolate scene
the nightmare slipped inside
and started to spread
Soon she was nothing more
than another statue
lost in the everlasting army
of frozen souls.
The earth has shifted,
the world has sung it’s song.
Lives have begun and ended
with the click of an angel’s fingers.
Mermaids sit atop sinking rocks
singing the theme song
of our destruction.
Demons lurk in shadows
licking lips with tongues
that already taste our blood.
The echoes have risen from the dead
to enter silent minds
and alter memories.
The earth has shifted
and we are no longer there.
Our hands are clenched tight
fingers curled around each other.
The trepidation of the ineffable has us quivering
in our high top boots
and fishnet tights.
The fabric snaking up our legs
matched the crossing of our minds,
each so entrenched with the other’s thoughts.
In unison we sing our song
melodies so sonorous
that the forest can’t help
but hold it’s breath.
No one notices anything but the beauty
of our smiles
so our tears escape unnoticed
rolling down blue-veined faces.
Imprints of nails on our palms
still rouse memories
of silent stares
and untold secrets hanging heavy
in the air.
We are iridescent with the limerence
but never does the epiphany grace our minds
that we clenched hands so tight
that one one fell
the other did too.
Elysian species decorate the planets
webbed fingers outstretched to meet
the nothingness that has overtaken
the universe’s beating heart.
They shrink to the latibule’s of the stars,
hiding among dust
becoming as hollow as the burned out sun.
“give in to the chasm”
and embrace the mellifluous universe.
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
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
The air rushed to greet our faces
pushing hair above our heads
and running tendriled fingers through it.
It kissed our foreheads with fierce stings
till its icy burn overcame all else.
We plummeted with our minds
our mouths open in song,
our bony fingers intertwined.
Our sapphire veins rose high,
as our blood pumped faster,
pressing against each others milky skin.
Our heartbeats pounded in unison
as our laughter united in solemnity.
We fell until all that remained
were the echos of insane giggling
after our bodies were taken away.