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Blood and Roses
She lines her casket with fragrant rose petals,Flowers of the soul to soothe the darkness devouring her own.
Lush velvet lining promises an eternity of comfort.
The warmth she longed for in life could now be hers in death.
A rich crimson pillow portends the blood that would soon spill from her veins.
She longingly caresses photographs of those she would leave behind.
With tears in her eyes she sighs a silent goodbye, savoring
the wafting scent of blood and roses left
in memory of who she once was.
Rituals of Pain
In the twilight she sits in anticipation ofThe sharp kiss of the razor’s edge
And the warm rivulets of salty blood
Serving as validation of her pain.
Nothing else matters in those
Moments of bittersweet bliss
Nothing exists but flesh and blade
And some unspeakable grief.
Maybe the crimson sacrifice
Will appease the hungry demon.
Maybe the pleasure of pain
will make her forget him.
Withdrawal
The roaring of the sea deafens my ears asI wrap myself in my own cocoon of lies,
where I can pretend not to care.
Tired of having my fragile light snuffed
by the cold empty night that is you,
I am choked by an angry storm.
But living at the bottom of the sea,
I no longer worry about drowning,
while sinking on your ship of love.
Passing Through the Halls
She walks through silent halls late at night,A whimsical smile gracing her delicate face.
Whispering to ghosts
because she can’t let go of the past
and doesn’t believe in the present.
Her future is a Mystery,
filled with ecstatic dreams
and dark, unspoken fears.
Her Temple is filled with photographs.
She fingers each one thoughtfully,
and lights some incense.
Jasmine and Rose for lovers,
both real and imagined,
Frankincense for family,
both dead and alive.
Everyone is dead
when the present doesn’t exist.
Her reflection stares back at her,
Empty, haunted…
Or is this all just a dream?
New Identity
Tears drowned in a bottle of rumShrines built to newfound gods
Offerings of flowers, fruit, bread, and wine
Given with silent prayers and mantras
Dreams of adventure and true love
A bird out of the nest learning to fly alone
She thought she could live free of the past
But broken glass glistening in candlelight
Cuts the flesh just the same as glass in an alley Her blood sacrifice given,
The sins of the father were now truly her own.
The Dying of a Butterfly
In the twilight of her youthShe savored every flower,
cherishing each and every one
even while knowing none would last.
The unique fragrance of each
was etched in her memory
as she flitted from garden to garden
in search of the one blossom that never bloomed,
her beauty fading with her hope,
rekindled briefly for a kiss.
Obsession
You left me behind with your callow poem,Your profane caresses lingering on my
quivering skin still sticky from the heat
of your hurtful words.
Your harsh hands grasp my body so tenderly,
Cut by my own hand.
My sacred secret betrayed by our lust,
Blasphemous prayers whispered in orgasmic tears,
as spirits torn asunder meld unrepentant
before a voodoo shrine.
Blood offerings given to hungry gods,
My lonely heart begs for forgiveness.
Lost now, necromancer, evil witch.
I slash my wrists, cursing you,
Cursing the temptress who betrayed me.
I turn to the window and see the ghost of someone real
Someone who is neither you nor me.
And fade into the saintly bliss
of my own sacrilegious slaughter.
Pen and Ink
Writing to him for what seems like years now,here in this lonely room, pen poised,
when all that remained of the evening sunset
was lingering indigo shaped like the eyes of a bat.
As I write, I hear words whisper in my mind
Words I speak to myself
As black as the distance between us.
I read his lines, especially the mad ones,
Where the unbalanced wheel of fate
meets at a crossroad, and grasps for a hand in the darkness.
Give in to secret fears
Walk about like it's all the same
We cried for help and no one came
Feathers have singed and halos deformed.
They hate the very ground upon which we walk,
But, we are all losing what we were meant to have.
Our letters take the shape we give them But can’t ever seem to be enough, when in the endless nights stars are falling. The blood in our veins screams for redemption.
Knowledge
The serpent coils, taunting, daringEcstacy long faded
Darkness is the Master now
Memory just a dream
And writhing in agony
The venom spews forth
And I laugh because
I can do nothing else
Crimson tears wet my cheeks and lips
Madness dances in the recesses of my mind
And I laugh because I know
I know this is what I asked for
And see that I am truly insane.
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