My rib cage aches for the daffodils who refuse to bloom in dark places. They weep for pollen to dust their bones. And when a kernel of sunshine alights my veins and nourishes those seeds deep within- long buried inside that iron chest of pain… I swallow those amber flames, the strangest sea. Flaming embers that pierce my skin like bumblebees. I inhale. Deep insidious breaths. Cooling their tempers with that tepid smoke. And finally feel the bouquet of daffodils soften the strongest of wills.
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My Crimson Enemy
Tear-laden stars relinquish my lost hope, my violet dreams upon the welcoming earth. It buries deep. Shrapnel gauging wide scars that even she fears won't heal. I scoop the seeds in steel teacups. Molten-hot and pulsing in time with my heartbeat. They eat through iron & rust but my magenta spirit contains the violence - just enough. Though the sunflowers bloom past forgotten pain. Petals raised in triumph towards the empty sky. The damage is still there. The ache locked inside where it can't escape. My past life, my crimson enemy threatened to tear feathers from stems tensed with rage and rejection. No amount of time could loosen my resolve. No amount of love could reseal earth's cracks.
Honey & Cyanide
I looked inside your heart that day,
and saw your stone fruit.
It barely pumps, a shriveled dead
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I Love You So Matcha
– Mug at a coffee shop
Oxidize my lips for your finest green
tea or use acid in my stomach
to boil and steep. Grind my fingers
down with mortar and pestle or dub
me chamei to keep things interesting.
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Daddy’s Little Monster
I can never have slurpees from 7-
Eleven without seeing Em’s pockmarked
face hidden inside crystals. Or bruises
on bananas that made lame excuses.
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Skins
Her gilded gown was made of polyester
acrylic
frayed stitches
and half-baked fantasy.
The story was this:
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veiled her Continue reading
Asphodel
The regulator circulates oxygen like Darth Vader. I am the caveman forehead of garibaldi. Cilium itches from plastic tang. Fermenting surf churns above but Continue reading
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