The Haunting
There was a chill in the sigh that escaped your lips before your words drove blades into my bruised neck.
Revenge Is My Faith
The gray ladies by the lake embellish my crimes With jewels and bloodlust, and twists that scare me. My knives puncture flesh and dance on red dimes, Yet no one with a kind soul calls me Bloody Mary. These palms do not butcher for pennies or thrills. Revenge is my faith but I can replace…
Your Ghost
That ghostly string that ties us together, It keeps tipping people over When I stand up for what is right.
Sacred
These wooden doors I carve out on Friday nights Turn to gravestones under the Sunday light.
The Moon
I hope the matching tattoo is healing better on your skin than it is on mine.
Beast In Sheep’s Clothing
If we part our ways tonight, perhaps one holy day I won’t need to imagine what it feels like to be loved.
First // Only // Nobody
I am frozen in time, watching my feelings become inconsequential
Bed Rot
Thoughts of my younger self haunt me like fury and bloodlust. Back then my pale neck ached from carrying sapphire crowns.
Notes From A Decomposing Body
Flatworms are feeding on my pale heartstrings While thick fog forms around the graveyard trees.
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