There was a girl who was not nice. Her hair was unruly and her eyes were wicked. Her favorite phrase was a dirty one. She threw words just as she threw daggers– Straight into people’s hearts. That was her best trick. Advertisements
I had a friend who listened to me; she listened so much that she didn’t hear me ask about herself. She kept her arms and ears open, but not to the extent to which I could reach out and pull her into myself. I wanted to save her, she only wanted to save me, and […]
It interests me This concept of Santa Claus Putting children into two categories: Naughty or nice. Never both, or neither; Polar opposites to which we Have to adhere, for fear of An absence of materialistic ideals. Give me coal, Give me saddened hearts and Icy blood, a sick reaction to the Dichotomy by which our […]
It woos women uses force takes prisoners. It smears itself in cream-colored paint, lies down with sweet-smelling blossoms, and begs to be picked like the roses it sways next to. Unlike roses, this has no thorns, it roosts in a glass vase cultivating its escape wondering when it’ll be needed again. Cream turns to blood, […]
There’s the idea that you spend your life searching for one person who makes you feel alive with magic and flourish and fireworks. Ah, the fireworks. The so-called bursts of color that kill themselves in front of closed eyes, when your blood sings and breath halts, the flames twist blues and greens and golds; such […]
The light flickers. Your soul shows itself– Bared, no more flesh or bones to speak of. The woman sways in silence, unaware of your music hovering around her. She wishes for warmth. Darkness drowns her mind. She still can’t see you.
Winter is too icy for my bones to bear. The weight of the snow is a prison sentence carried on my shoulders, burying me into the ground. Because when the ice drips down my skin, my bones shatter in its sadness And welcome in the cold.