inspired by “Jagged” by Jacob Ibrag
This common language of pain we both speak
you, and all random folk calling me – freak
This liquid misery, metallic and salty in taste
Look into a mirror- that’s sad crystalized to space Continue reading “Familiar Edges”
A cave hums into life,
as if filled with millions of bees
Glowing wandering Liongoddess
shines her eyes into the dark, Continue reading “hidden”
All deadly things possess cruel beauty.
For soul, a hungry fire, consuming duty-
for eyes, charcoal, and diamonds,
for voice, a guttural growl, then silence. Continue reading “Love, isn’t it?”
I’m old enough, to wake up with pain,
old enough to confess my love in vain;
old enough that my opinion doesn’t count,
that I worry, an irresponsible amount… Continue reading “…old enough.”
too early,
those blossoms
of the cherry tree.
the winter will
show no mercy.
frostbitten petals-
pale pink, I remember
your lips, your tongue,
your toes…
the winter has no mercy-
at all…
pic: snow covered cherry blossoms, by Jil Nance
Mother nature made me amply,
luscious- but without karies and venereal disease
I´m a f***ing renaissance woman
at times a small lake appears
in the middle of a big green carpet
where woods peg on basalt cliffs –
dazzling shards of dark blue pointing,
fangs getting into soft dreams
dropping, falling, plunging
into pearl white tears of the moon
clustering in the hollow
of missed heartbeats
