

BarrenI stand outside the emerald garden While lush scarlet-throated birds Sing their vibrancy into the air, Heavy and full of water. The earth is dark and wet and fertile, Black with rain and richness. I am all the more barren before this oasis. Because of your absence I have been made a desert And cannot bear fruit.Barren


Cream and ScarletI think it is best When fingers and breasts Are the only things to move in subtle rhythm- (rise, fall, rise) When the moment comes and rests And hovers in sunset wingbeats, cream and scarlet, Enamored with the texture of hair- (fall, rise, fall) And skin becomes like the apple rubbed clean, Soft, and warm, and sweet.Cream and Scarlet


Destruction: A Study, Case Two[We are the feeders of betrayal to the self.]Destruction: A Study, Case Two
We slap the self And scream until the red shows, Hatred, Worthlessness, Accusation Until the self, whimpering, cowering, Draws itself to the wall and trembles. Then, gently, We draw the self up- Our hands laid against its cheeks And whisper consolation, Comfort, Strength, Pleading Kissing the self tenderly until the hurt goes away And the self sighs, relieved, Lets its body fall tiredly against our own In warm, exhausted devotion.
[Then we slap the self again.]


Trance: The Sensor(It's not what you think it is.)Trance: The Sensor
You're so satisfying, you know? Pulling together the corners of my vision, Turning them over, sewing them Into perfect Soft Seams, Smoothed over and over until there is nothing left But soothing blankness And I love you, Dearly, dearly, dearly.
Because I tremble. Because I think my mind is like The hazy frayed threads on the hem of my school skirt, Fading to grey and pulling, pulling Pulling until it threatens to break And separate
In a single anticlimactic moment From the base of my skull
btw, I love your dA name
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If war is the answer, we're asking the wrong question
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War is expensive, peace is priceless
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Where black is the color and none is the number
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trusting and failing are the same thing, sometimes. --jorja fox
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