Back Ally Bar Fight with Your Heart (04.01.17)

Welcome back to the dirt.
Hands, rotting and crumbling,
Something not quite dead.
Little shambling thing,
Created just to move.

Can you still feel the breath leave your lungs?
How did you end up here?
Black, blue, bloodied.
By some unknowable force.
Did you tell anyone you were wandering alone?

Smart girls know to only walk on well lit streets.
You weren't a smart girl, were you?
Treading where others refused to go,
Running through where trouble resides.
And now you'll never be found.

You died gasping,
Grasping for someones hand.
No one came.
Perhaps, by chance,
Some kind rain will come
And wash you all away.

Consort of the Witch (7.16.16)

He leaves kisses like embers
On paper pale skin.

He worships this universe,
And it caresses away his pain.

Under the silver moon there is clarity.
In his body, in his mind.

The tempest heart is stilled.

The liminal space between their
Intertwined fingers

Is where adoration
And Affliction meet.

(5.3.16)

Allow me to speak your praises,
To carve your success out of
My skin.
Let my sacrifice be your original
Sin.
Let the sky thunder and crash
Wondering what storms would come to
Pass.

My Body is a Good Body (4.1.16)

It keeps me upright and

Strong.

It cushions my clumsy

Falls.

Every breath in it rushes the

Air to my lungs.

Every exhale there is stardust.

I am a universe,

Vast and unexplored.

My mind is an ocean,

Deep and full of terrors.

But my Body is a good body.

This is not up for debate.

So whether you look at me and see

A renaissance painting,

Or late night ice cream

With friends.

My Body got me here.

Safe, whole, unharmed.

It's a good Body.

Whether you like it or not.