Firestarter
She possessed a tender heart.
Easily afflicted by the actions of others.
Her hands were made of fire.
Leaving a path of destruction in her wake.
The girl who felt too deeply,
Could not feel another without inflicting pain.
She was an arsonist in agony.
Easily afflicted by the actions of others.
Her hands were made of fire.
Leaving a path of destruction in her wake.
The girl who felt too deeply,
Could not feel another without inflicting pain.
She was an arsonist in agony.
2 a.m. |
Watching droplets of liquid courage
trail down my glass after each sip of hesitation. Courage to tell you that I don't love you. Listening to you sleeping in the other room; will the pounding of my heart wake you? Slow sips prolong the confession and the steady burn of a coward's courage. As you slip deeper into your dreams, will you discover the reality of you and me? My throat burns; is it from this drink, or this secret? Tight grip, tighter lips. Surely you’ve felt me slipping all along? The inevitable lingers in the alcoholic vapors that swell around my head. Dizzying courage tastes bitter as I bite my stalling lips. Did you taste my disdain as we said goodnight? Drunk once on love; drunk now on deceit. An empty glass mirrors my empty heart. We’ll both feel this in the morning. |
Forsaken
For too long I sat. Waiting.
Existing only in the liminal space of delusion and devotion.
Tying ribbons of fidelity around the trunk of your body.
You accepted my offerings,
Like an omniscient deity.
The rewards for my piety were whispers in the future-tense.
Mirages of a could-have-been.
Just as God plays with His creation,
You toyed with yours.
Coaxed me into building towers in your honor,
Simply to knock them down.
Sacrificed my body to be desecrated by your touch.
Forsaken by your unholy love,
I have lost my religion.
Existing only in the liminal space of delusion and devotion.
Tying ribbons of fidelity around the trunk of your body.
You accepted my offerings,
Like an omniscient deity.
The rewards for my piety were whispers in the future-tense.
Mirages of a could-have-been.
Just as God plays with His creation,
You toyed with yours.
Coaxed me into building towers in your honor,
Simply to knock them down.
Sacrificed my body to be desecrated by your touch.
Forsaken by your unholy love,
I have lost my religion.
Winter Song |
Winter white clings precariously to every limb and line.
The sky blankets the ground like a mother does a child. Life lulls itself to a gentle, silent slumber. Awaken to the blinding light of peace on earth. |