That ravenous yearning that Never satiates because Mosquitoes cannot ever Be fireflies, Parasites Can not be friends, Symbiosis Will never be our way of life It is far better to plunge the Knife deep into my flesh or spine Than to see me as the magic To charm your pathetic Shortcomings into muscle This princessContinue reading “Why Mosquitos Cannot Be Fireflies”
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The Things You May Not Do
The things that cannot be bought By money, self-satisfaction Synthetic smiles or shared Rose-tinted delusions You may lull me into Submission for one night Or two or three but only In flesh, muscle and bone Skin deep, yet to pierce vein So wipe away that smugness Scrub it, scourge it from your face Underneath yourContinue reading “The Things You May Not Do”
Uncomfortable Truths
Screams met by silence because Of course they only echo Within my own consciousness Reverberating off the Edges of images past Blurred, greyed and coloured by Wishful thinking, hindsight tinted By hopes, dreams, desires
The Pieces of Who You Were
Words, it bears remembering Are simply acoustics, sounds And breath warmed by the body Mixed till sweet, sour, bitter or pungent They cannot break your skin, Choke air from lungs, pierce organs, Burst arteries or sever limbs Yet somehow they tear through Eardrums, towards skull, seeking Deepest abscesses of minds Darkest corners of souls RootingContinue reading “The Pieces of Who You Were”
The Storm
Questions, emotions, thoughts Stew in the recesses of my mind Winds gathering speed Bitter-tinged words rise from my heart Up hoarse overworked vocal cords Clawing their way to my tongue I stop. I open my mouth. I swallow. Air gushing, throat clamped in protest My heart, a disgruntled woodpecker Hammering away, willing shallow breaths ItContinue reading “The Storm”
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