The Black

Sword whose blade is of sea glass,
Shining green and smelling of salt.
Brine of the ocean crashing against my body,
Tongue battling through the waves,
I keep my breath held inside pink lungs,
A precious gift.
I covet the gills of my aquatic familiars,
Gliding through the green,
Sword slashing through monsters,
Made of scales and bone created from myth.
Keep me safe, keep me numb.
Oblivious children of the deep,
Do not let me wake.

Push Me Away

Since he’s gone away, my sweet mortal man,
Life has turned dull and acrid;
Dust replaced blood, still becomes my bones.
Weeping women wail all over town
I can’t be awake, I walk steady in dreams.
The comfort I had once been given,
Had bathed in and glorified,
Is ripped away, leaving only the black ink
A substance so revolting that it fills me up
My throat is black and oiled
Brain submerged in shadow.
Let me speak to my once mortal man,
My once living hero, my only friend,
I will tell him all the wonders about all the sparks
Lighting up the world in brilliance.

Three words:
I
Am
Sorry.

White as Diamonds

Demonic voices sing out to me as I desperately try to bury my identity. Of course, with me out of commission the opposite forces strike up a tidal wave of controversy. As much as I want to fight back, my thoughts linger towards the vulnerable. I cannot begin to rebel against the foundations that have raised me to such heights. How unfair, how cruel, how terrible my darkest thoughts seem.

I trembled beneath the ghoul’s verdict. Grant me one last choice before the world succumbs to fire and deep heat.

Svefn G Englar

The selfish block of humanity saying, “we got you,” but really no one has anyone. How could they? They won’t catch you as you fall back into the crowd, arms crossed over your chest in a sign of absolute trust. It’s a kill or be killed world. Eat or be eaten. They’ll drop you.

...

The world felt light as a balloon, helium filled and taking me higher. I had a bottle of wine in one hand and a shot gun in the other. Most of my time here had been spent shooting empty tomato cans and arguing with the chief. He was as stubborn as I was, surprisingly. Short like I was, eyes like mine, and a mind that jumped to petty conclusions. Of course most of those conclusions were the absolute truth.

I spoke to the spirits.

No help could be offered. Did the spirits even exist? I was lost at sea with a group of scallywags, most of who smelled like barnacles. I was ready to abandon ship when the mermaids began to assemble. They were beautiful.

Earl shot one.

Then he shot another.

Ever wonder why no one today has ever seen a mermaid? It’s because Earl killed them all and mounted them on his wall in the French Villa. I screamed and begged for their lives, but no mercy was shown. He shoved me aside in his rampage for the fair sea maidens.

Ditty Do Wop Morning

A dove flying over ahead of me,
It coos delightedly at the sun
Reminding me of the times when I wore a smile.
A body’s bed tells when the clock strikes twelve.
My glass slipper is still lost
In the ghostly hands of my prince,
Prince of Dreams, the one beneath the earth,
I am the girl who slept.
Never has the light shown upon my face,
Thighs a quiver in the grass,
Dew gathering in the corner of my lashes,
I am still asleep.

Serendipity

Killing time, killing the sun
My skin stretches, stitching along my breast
The day ends, I breathe smoke
My friends are dead
My stars are lost, like my marbles
My Blood is warm within my skin
Stretched, stitched, along my breast
What the heck?
I went and did my best
And my God I really tasted something swell
And for a moment why, I even touched the sky!

Listed, List, Le liste

A list of things I thought would make me a better person:

1.) A Ukulele
2.) Paintings
3.) Black stones
4.) Indie rock music
5.) Ironic tea
6.) Darth Vader Clock
7.) Fake gold Buddha
8.) Happy pills
9.) A cactus named Lance
10.) A new home