Exit through the alley doors, too Scared to stay and suffer through Crowded clubs that welcomed your Appealing face and figure. Phantoms pace and leer with longing, Expecting Thursday's sale buffet. True, you came for the dance, Heated bodies, and pulsing beat, to join Everyone in cheering for another round, Offered to the DJ's whims. God,…
My home in ruins, torn bricks flattened in the crater crevice, yet no tears flow. I meander into the chasm, find a space-borne shard, lift it to my lips, and place it under my tongue. Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com
Praying as she preys and preying as she prays, she lays in wait for him to come too close. He, plump with sweet nectar, flashes glittering plumage before settling for a penny nap. Arms extend and she grasps fine fluff, pulls him in. He expected this. Nestled in pinching fingers, sharp pains send him chirping…
A decapitated doll’s head Discarded fifty years on whims of a child Drifts down a river of sludge. Entropy of flight set in long ago — Oaks home to birds without wings Sliced off and songs silenced During the polystyrene invasion. New toys, faulty toys, metal boxes in transit: Timed to fail, this throw-away culture.…
My soul soars past mountain peaks, finding new latitudes to chart, yet symbiosis I refuse to seek. Polluted petals drift down drained creeks and crows caw to my lacking heart, but my soul soars past mountain peaks. Oak leaves fly wildly across my cheek, willing we shall never part, yet symbiosis I refuse to seek.…
Little pebble, sparkling with flecks of quartz, unique among unique peers, tumbles free in the riverbed. Until a filthy hand reaches down, plucks her, dries her out, rolls her 'round and 'round in preluded dust. So contaminated, she must drown under a mechanical Cascade, rest inside glass panes, a still pond, without peer upon an outcrop…
TW: suicide Mama, Dada: every baby’s first words more than mumbles. Mommy, Daddy: the naïve child sounding sweet to say love and sway pity. Mom, D — no, not Dad. Never Dad. I never reached that stage, for you ran to the edge and crashed headfirst into the silent seats when everyone had emptied out…
One whisper to Huginn and I fly on his wings above ancestral fjords. One kiss on Muninn’s feathered skull and I see the glacial landscape my grandest farmor gazed upon beside the fire of her cabin as she cradled her son and beseeched the birds for her husband’s fate. My red, white, and blue: blood,…
Cross my heart And hope to rise; My demon's reaching For the skies To find the fate I once adored, Which angels ripped From my soul's core: A feather feast Of Nature born — Mut'ed magic, Heaven-scorned. Photo by luizclas on Pexels.com
Ivy vines climb up my willow legs, wrapping, creeping, crawling, inching closer. I feel the twisting green leafy flesh embrace me as you, here at my feet. My branches bow to the sight of you. I surrender to the pleasure tickling my thighs as you grow to the sun mirrored on my face, brushing across…
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