Dark is the bloom of
a spring lost in
A cyanide crow approaches
my window sill
Get back! Get back!
Fidele ad Mortem (Pt. 1)Beauty was a bite forgotten between God's teeth, and now she basked in a basement that never expected her. A boom had shook the youth from her bitter frame, blessing her now with neither parent to boost her. Seldom did her kind acknowledge her gaunt ghost, so often she anchored herself in broad blankness, where wonders wove themselves between her talons. Bloom and fade, boom boom boom.
It was on a day with no particular noon or star that the brooding creature discovered a bulge in the waning wallpaper. With a nudge, budge, and tuggy tug; paper became weary wall, and the grandest of portals knelt before her. Hungry and haunted, a squeezed doorway dug deep and drew no larger than her nervous nightstand. Inspired by intrigue, the Girl revealed an abyssal descent, drifting down a darkened drop. The Girl thought once, twice, and once more before sliding through the crouched mouth. In many moments, the ancient esophagus swallowed her into earth, and she slid down in cobweb company. The Girl
as a buzzing orthodontist,
dirty dentist delivers dreams,
he delivers me.
he drills, drills, drills wormholes
in each set of teeth,
in every molar and fang:
done and drugged, now I breeze
whistles while I
Lordy.I craft a claw
made of baby bones,
tender and weighted
ideal for jellied knees
and angel autopsies.
Open Wide.You keep tugging
on my tongue,
scraping me with
gravel calluses and
Soon my mouthmeat
will slobber along my
knees, drooling as she
am I to scream promises
with my elastic muscle
trotting beneath me?
My DarlingGoodmorning flesh,
I came with hands
To filet and squeeze
I came with hands
to pet and pet your
RavenThe raven would not say my name -
only flutter its wing
and settle on the branch.
I watched its cockle eye
study me and the rooftops
that sang of autumn.
Leaves swirled in the wires
as the air blisterd around me
and I could feel myself
falling once again -
somewhere the light
would still remember me.
Lies Told to Children1. There is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. You can end your family’s financial troubles if you can find it.
2. Your older brother just said duck. Really.
3. Once a tooth detaches itself from your gum you should put that mass of dead cells and bacteria under your pillow. A fairy will enter your room once you are sleeping and exchange your tooth for money. Why your tooth is worth 5 cents when your classmate gets ten dollars is irrelevant, the tooth fairy has her reasons.
4. The bully is just jealous of you, if you do not respond they will leave you alone.
5. A magical elderly man watches you year round and judges you with his moral standards. Once a year he will enter your home via chimney. Trust this man, for his perception of good and evil is undisputed. Should he find you worthy of reward he will leave gifts, if he sees the wickedness in your soul he will leave coal. Coal is pretty helpful if you need fuel for a fire or want payback next year.
6. Nothing is wrong.
Late nightAll alone in my room
Surrounded by darkness
The clock keeps ticking
Time doesn't stop
And there I lay
My mind wandering
While I wait
For another day to come
Don't Be Like Me: The Five Reasons WhyHello.
My name is Rachel for those whom may not know.
And I am here to tell you about myself.
The first thing is that I don't like myself.
Well, my body, to be precise.
My hair is too brown and bland, never long enough for my preference and always tangled.
My nose too big, my eyelashes too long, my eyes too green.
I'm too short, my nails too chipped, my lips too chapped.
The second thing I don't like is my personality.
I am far too shy in front of strangers.
I am far too loud in front of friends.
I say the wrong things and come off as insensitive.
I don't say anything and come off as uncaring.
So I'm stuck with being completely sarcastic, so I can easily say:
"Of course I didn't mean it."
The third thing I don't like is my mentality.
I am technically smarter than most, my IQ higher than average.
I can read faster and comprehend more than most teenagers should.
I think creatively, not analytically.
Which translates to my fourth thing.
I don't like my social skills, if I have any.
TodayI drew a picture of you today.
Not because I wanted to.
Not because I miss you.
I drew a picture of you today.
Because your face invades my mind,
Every waking moment of consciousnesses.
I drew a picture of you today,
Simply to rid my thoughts of you.
Because I can't bare to see you.
I drew a picture of you today.
And when I find the courage,
When I find the strength.
I will burn it.
A Fairy TaleDismembered limbs fall from the sky
Dramatic chorus sings silken ribbons
On the mountaintop, out there in the darkness
Where plants are withered from lack of sun
And all that is now will be what was
And all that was will be once again
As limbs attach themselves to torsos
We get up and walk, smiling, into the light
Teeth, hair, skin, bone re-assembled
New feathered wings stitched to backs
The plants are green on the other side
Growth ensured by the ever-bright light
lets play pretendI am a lion, brave and strong,
I am your defence, for when others see you wrong.
I am a warrior, bold and alert
but I am still a person, and a person
can still hurt.