the softness of the kiss you use
to pull me ragdoll helpless into your arms
longing as I cannot comprehend to let you
let you
let you
but you won’t
politeness if you don’t mind
and I darling cannot find any other way
to open my heart and let a little more
pour to the ground except to ask you
pleading
to see inside my soul you and crawl
right inside of it the way that water finds the spaces
the spaces in soil and makes one thing
The Worst Kind of Death
She wanted to die a tragic death
To be crushed in a freak landslide
Wanted rescuers to see a single, bloody hand emerging from the ruins of the mountain
She wanted to die a beautiful death
To fall from the top of a skyscraper
A dire raindrop in a dress of ivory Victorian lace, watched by desperate faces turned upwards
She wanted to die a harrowing death
To be found in the basement of a serial killer
Raped, gutted like a fish, throat cut, bound, gagged, lying pale in a pool of her own blood
She wanted to die an memorable death
To be found hanging in a park bathroom
By a group of unsuspecting teenagers who would be haunted by the sight for the rest of their lives
She wanted to die an unforgettable death
To be shot in a hostage situation on TV
Forced to her knees and shot in the back of the head, an example to law enforcement
She would have settled for a quiet death
Found in a bathtub with wrists slit
A fresh razorblade glinting on the floor, rusted with her drying blood
Or even an uneventful death
Found next to an empty bottle of pills
Sprawled on the floor like a broken, discarded, abused, forgotten toy
But instead, she died the worst kind of death
She died inside
Married an accountant, had two children, bought a golden retriever, a minivan, and attended bake sales
Lost and Found
1. I lost my heart to a girl in a club
where the neon lights
danced across her face
momentarily illuminating her weakness
7. I found a movie projector
buried in my boxes of things
and stayed up all night
watching us smile on the gritty wall
2. I lost my eyes
to the sheer beauty of autumn
when the vibrancy of the leaves
paled only in comparison to her smile
6. I found a snake
buried in my memories
who's quiet, gentle hissing
served to remind me it was all my fault
3. I lost my mind
and found myself locked
within the white walls of her sanatorium
screaming for attention
5. I found a new bar
very close to my new apartment
a new, exciting place
for my old stale addiction
4. I lost the keys to your apartment
I swear I left them
in the ripped pocket of her shirt
above the bruises
This one was in some issue of the Maverick. Based on Salvador Dali
La Persistencia de la Memoria
It's three in the morning
and time seems to slow
to an imperceptible rate
till the minute hands are barely moving
and I feel as if I am swimming
through the shadows of you
that creep up the walls
of my mind
silently haunting me
with the taste of your breath
the feel of your smile
The way your eyelashes rested against your cheek
when you slept beside me
casting minute shadows
across the hills and valleys of your face
Annnd a very short story.
100 Word Story (Inspired by 'Pet' by A Perfect Circle)
"Don't fret precious I'm here." Long fingers tangled in blond hair, moonlight shining through cold glass to illuminate the scene. "Step away from the window." The voice of seduction and pain reverberated around the dark room, powerful even when quiet. A threat lurked in it's dulcet tones, softened by a twisted form of love. The city stretched out below, human ants scurrying about on the sidewalk, unaware of the exquisite agony of their watcher. "Go back to sleep..." The blond turned from the freedom of night, obeying the voice by habit alone. There was no escape from this quiet asphyxiation.
