Hold onto mine.
I’m too hurt to ever be friends
too tired to smile anymore
I could stare into your eyes
til tears corrupted my soul
I can only catch your eye in the hall
it pinches my heart
so I drop your gaze
I cut myself open for you
showed what really went on
beneath my skin
time took you too fast
just out my grasp
I’m too tired to ever be friends
slashed my ribs
to give you everything
all that’s left are the secrets exchanged
on nights that we hung our words in the air
to dry the soggy phrases
that climbed out
passion clenched chests
but you slipped away
I close my eyes and gaze into yours
swim amongst memories that steal my breath
I’m drowning in this bittersweet time
I’ll still hold your secrets
in the back of my mind
keep them safe
until you notice they’re gone
I hope you’ll
hold onto mine.
Soft amber hue dressed me,
cloaked in velvet
rosacea redness swirls on my skin.
Your fingers sink softly into my squishy flesh
canines go in for the kill
A Sweet sensation stings your tongue
Gnashing on my body as I watch misshapen molars rip me apart.
this is the cycle.
what I deserve.
A tooth foolishly crunches my seed as the bitter bite slaps your senses.
I'm tougher than you thought, dark mush sneaks down your throat.
Wasteful hands hurl me on the concrete,
my sugary pulp splattered around.
I had so much left to give to you
Til' ants tunnel through my acidic corpse, flies will nest and maggots will hatch.
Although, decomposition is painful, it's the circle of life.
I provided for all these pests.
Don't forget about the fight I gave
Cyanide ruminates planning it's kill
In the pit of your stomach
my poison will taunt
as it's pulses become erratic.
Dizziness reaches head
you spatter on the ground.
Upchucked my body...what a waste.
Convulsions follow suit
along with respitory failure
Now, you'll be forced to provide, wait for the infestation to come about.
You're carcass with nothing, but my syrupy kiss.
Starved for Reciprocation
I can feel my emotions simmering
frothy boil will have them
rushing past my lid
can you catch it before
they’re all out on the table?
bypassing the choking feeling in your throat
You don’t want to actually feel something
broth is the best part of the dish
I remember when you asked for my tongue
as if I had a say
scissors poised for my reluctant muscle
your blades are sharp
one quick snip is all you need
like a hair my voice is detached from its anchor
retiring against your cold cutting board
I plead for you to stop
odd strangled noises escape
instead of my soft tone
garbled shrieks stick to my larynx
with nothing to convey my message
my glazed eyes look on to your crude hands
the same hand that slipped past my walls
dicing up the soggy slab
tossing the cubes in the pot
I knew your intentions
no chains held me there
just those hands that
carefully cleansed the wounds
it had created
I had heard the blade
sing against my flesh
appendage after appendage
until I was just a clatter of bones
even sawing off my ears
to keep your lies from making me sick
it was for my own good
somehow your lies still sink into my mind,
rotting out my pink matter
I wondered how long it would’ve been
until it’s ready
I’ve been hungry for quite sometime
I’m never fed
I knew my eyes were next to go
into the pot.
or maybe a garnish?
confusion draped along my brow bone
as I was propped into a chair
dining table set for two
the ghost of my stomach groaned at the thought
honey dipped eyes gazed
towards your end of the table
you dipped your ladle into the pot
why you left
my orbs in these hallowing sockets
you strangle my eyes with your glare
smug glint dances
as crows feet tiptoed the ridge of the pit
taunting me with an empty set of dishes
I want to send them crashing to the ground
but I have no strength
I want to pummel you into the festering pulp
you deserve to be
but I have no fists to fight
I’m bound to this seat with no purpose.
Except to watch you slowly
When you finally finish licking the pot clean
punctuated with a roaring belch
you stride towards my body
admiring your work
frosty looks slide over me
and that beautiful hand caresses my face
thumbing at my rough cheek
I hate the sting of excitement that
echoes in my chest
“good thing I saved room for dessert,”
you mouth as a thumb plunges into my socket.
Your red rimmed eyes
pleaded for me
to marry a different kind of man
soft cocoa powder dirt
slipping through my ruffled socks
as we hid
in the back yard
rushing to grandma's
gritty voice crackling over the phone
innocence pooling off of my tongue
begging to go back
you still wiped at my salty eyes
sobs taking away the gift I was given
threats bombarding my utopia
I remember m&m pancakes in the morning
freckles interrupted by
purple bruises and gnarly cuts
my dad's soft baby blues
reveled the lost,
veiny glare from the night before
distrust and forgiveness mangled my heart,
I thought I was his little girl.
Hope will surely fall
Hope is too high
She’ll surely fall
I told her stay down
Hope wouldn’t listen
higher and higher
when will hope ever learn
wait she’s almost made it
her clumsy self stepping closer
She sees escape from demons below
retched and ominous depths screech at her ankles
her eyes wander down, look how far she’s come
Wow that’s rather high, hope
fear nibbles her achilles
doubt slithers up her body, squeezing
tighter and tighter.
The mind’s boa constrictor.
arms flailing for a ledge
nothing to latch
until she finally cracks against rock
bones protrude from sockets,
ripped from skin
but hope still breathes
exhales becoming sticky
“I told you so hope.”
she lets out a wet chuckle
I’ll always fix her up
snapping bones in place
sewing up wounds
I’ll always nurse her to health.
I plead for her not to clamber up the jagged wall
she won’t make it
she’ll be disappointed
One day she won’t get back up
ignoring my pleas
she rambles of a better place.
Hope never listens.
Rain trickled past sparse hairs;
racing by sprinkled freckles on pale skin. Soggy Fridays
drew in depressing thought,
his mind saturated in melancholy black,
soaking every idea with the saddened weight.
“ You aren’t good enough.”
“ Why are you like this?”
“Do you really think they like you?”
Suddenly, the dark fog clears;
cracks, shards fall,
with sunshine woven in his smile
is spotted beaming
through the fragments.
“It’ll be okay.” the boy wrapped
a delicate hand on the others shoulder.
The blinding smile,
allowing vision to trail to deep chestnut eyes, and in his eyes the other could
see the dark haze clouding
the spring-like visage,
“We are going to be okay.”
The bright boy finished.
My back hurts. Tied in knots.
Staring at the ceiling.
I find your face amongst the plaster.
You stalk my mind, hidden within every memory.
But, why above my bed?
I need to escape.
A smile splits your face in a painful grimace.
Eyes splayed wide, judging my very soul.
Saliva treks towards the edge of your lip,
slapping on my cheek.
A heavy tongue’s taunts becomes crushing, gripping it with a firm grasp I tear the muscle from its socket.
Basking in bloody silence.
Covered in your sanguine blanket, I finally slip away.
I deserve everything and nothing at all.
staring at chestnut
as I fiddle with the laces
Why must I go on with such pride?
meaty muscle mingles in my mirror
moons of eyes plead to hear my grey heart.
If you could call it that.
More like a daunting weight in my chest.
fingers tug at the corners of its lips,
stretching a smile over the façade of a face
teeth clinking against wood
looking back up into my reflection
red bundles strew out emotion
gasping for mercy
In a last attempt to catch my attention,
my heart jumps on my sleeve.
On display for anyone to see such a frivolous action.
And I feel.
I’m being swallowed,
but, her dusty chambers are weak.
A now heartless mind launches into action
grips until the last of her ruby warmth gurgles and cracks out
the last of the horror filled wails spew out of a tight lipped mouth.
tear tracks lead to detached eyes.
As unforgiving, scarlet stained hands string up my mask.
the caramel skin contrasts the color so sweetly
look at my manipulated mirage
ego painted perfectly,
my mind sighs a reassuring, “you look perfect.”