I am a blue moon, harvest moon, blushing red over this autumn night before turning my full round face toward that sleeping shepherd, tanned from Helios even beneath me (ministrations I can never give despite my current fire). Kissing Endymion, I almost know what it is to be that sweet, sweltering sun I never see…
will you come leave me crumbling, shivering in spiraling quadrants, split in half and back again, whole while shattered in a thousand stars splintering the dark sky of the void my spirit ever drowns, oblivion beneath the surface… yet I float upon the shimmering tension like a water strider gliding past sparking carbon, diamond fires…
You have such large, sharp, soiled teeth! All the better to eat me with. Keep them unsheathed, bare me underneath if you would be so merciful. I want to let you in, let you rip out my desiccated tongue, scratch my throat and hew your way past my heart. Devour these traitorous cells in…
Flower? New nova sprouts from steppe ashes, air-bound across oceans to cull warm homes and live. Photo by CDC on Pexels.com Preview from my upcoming 2023 collection The Soul Without A Summer
Cold aluminum filigrees, like lace, bend and twist in pretty patterns across my arms, looking for all the world like lady armor made for the modern age. Yet it pinches, wears down marks, leaves scratches red as the stains in Liz Bathory's linen-lined tub as I lay here, for now unbroken — forever, save I…
My moon soul whispers of tell-tale dread among the dead… silent screams unseen in the empty gray sunrise. A bone howl. Dusk spirits scatter through the broken storm. Bitter is the lightning. Dreadful their thunder. A passing crow cloud is cawing for earth death by crypt and cellar: I shudder between them within a dream.…
Coronaviral conspiracy some say, snubbing Overt deaths and the tear-dampened masks Reigning on thrones in one-room lives. Other Vicious veils of plague mask cosplay make light In the face of fear, collecting as unkindness Driven from murders to belong to longer laughter. Photo by Jeswin Thomas on Pexels.com Preview from my upcoming 2023 collection The…
Mirror on the wall, whose face lies behind this mask? What doll, what cracked porcelain pride, dares ask after her now-lost youth? What etheric rot rises like exhaust into air from raw, open graves, smacking the blue sky, lacking filters for free breath — does vanity hold any cell…in this hell? She shall count her…
Once I had a heart, but life stole it away. The stress of spending seconds counting sighs down to abyssal eyes — peace, a waste of time. I used to be a dreamer, but shame came of desire, clouding all my visions until the stratus sky suffocated my lies overhead and inside. "Serve, serve, serve!"…
Dancing naked 'neath cascades, my eyes are blinded by the water as I face the safety of a dark cave. I feel nimble hands snake around me from a tall skeleton casting shadows, blocking the sun's diamonds from illuminating the red apple peel of my closed lids. I know it's you by the movement of skilled fingers supporting…
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