Piano girl

Dark and hollow, She presses keys Up and down to fill the spaces between the pauses Reverb fills her lungs and she gasps, A second to jump outside of the skin choking her in slow-motion, And another To fix her shadow permanently beside her I was only trying to let you see The trail I

Liquid lozenges

Liquid lozenges Cracking off of my teeth Her blood Just oozing out between the cracks She swirls around my lip, A slow, deliberate Movement of two worlds I suck the air in And with it Splatters from her innards It’s all I can do To not recoil at its form, Lodged in my throat And

Broken Glass

No I won’t Hear your words They slide out of your mouth And right into the palms of your hands You offer them up For me to chew and swallow I don’t want their pleasing aroma To trick me into indulging in the mirage of their existence I scoop of shreds of broken glass From

Kalopsia

Your form lingers on my teeth Arms lazily stretched out, A force With an unapologetic skin That sticks thick and opaque You casually drop in as you please And I scramble at your feet, tripping over the words I set in concrete not an hour before You came in your chariot, dear Kalopsia And I

Tapping out Freedom

Sadness, she drip drops On to the ledge I stand on She runs off uninhibited, Not even a flicker of embarrassment at the nakedness she wears, Bright and brazenly Oh my tongue, how it salivates At the nakedness of her freedom And I reach closer To try to catch just one of her drops But

Cacti

Concrete walls lick me once-over Grey and impersonal, It’s just a perfunctory gesture And it’s here that I hang, Upside down with nowhere to go But back up from where I came Cacti, they spring out from the walls, A prickly invasion Designed to throw me off And yet I grit my teeth And my

Brewing. Threading.

She’s a kind of acid And I roll her between my fingers To throw a lump on my eye It catches and it sticks, Hungrily eating up the trail of flesh that circles there Trailing a skip and a jump of red sores behind her steps She strips off, uninhibited Her flesh shredding off in

So much darkness It’s undulating form Swallows me back, to the very pit of its belly Yours is a tight bodice Cinching in at my lungs And forcing me in this recumbent position And it seems like we’re all just here to drink down merriment and swallow breaths back To dissipate the fear of this

Patience

Patience could be a virtue If only I could reach far enough to catch her, To bring her in with my net But she is a slippery fish, She likes the chase, she likes the chase But she keeps slipping from my grasp, jumping straight back into the deep depths of below us I’m so

Stockholm Syndrome

Can we surrender Into your arms? They seem so sturdy And yet, I hesitate. I’m still bruised from the last fall, When I fell and kept falling, no one catching me , no one to break the fall I remember; My body as it plunged towards the wooden floor, Followed by quick successions of a