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Disassociate
She craves the honey that drips from my body,I leave a trail of temptation, from my lips, to the sweet spot on her hips,that little bit of her that makes her whole self melt when it’s touched,and I’m in luck,because my imagination is second to none,and I can pretend she’s really here,when the door flies…
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Like The Sun
I glow like the sun,growing up again,throwing out the way things were,and thriving on a thread bare sense of self.It’s enough, just to know that I have a vague idea of where and when I am,and it’s enough to feel a genuine glow, on top of the pain. I didn’t want to die before I…
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She’s So Close
She’s so close,you know,like the promise of snow on Christmas morning.The kind of hope you hold onto,your hands tight around it,aching with the aftershock of past disappointment,but budding with the fresh flowers of faith.I see her in my dreams,taste her when the sun rises, and my eyes are all aflame,I chant her name in my…
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I Was A Bad Mother To My Inner Child
She used to watch the moon from her dimly lit bedroom window,pretending to sleep,trying to keep her stories in order,so that she wouldn’t slip on the shame of her real reflection. The moon knew the truth,sending her to sleep with her soothing stare,the way her own mother would,if she had been given the chance.The girl…
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Songbook
I bought a ticket to the world,but I was too sick to fly when the day finally came,so, back home I strode,sleeping in the shadow on my sentimental expectations for us. I pleaded “Girl, don’t make me wait too long”longing for you,lounging in my lace robe,atop an empty bed,holding the empty whisky bottles to my…