Reflection

My hands, long broken

Shake when I hold

A heart too delicate

That I remember every stab

You consider me shattered

Unaware as I pick up the pieces

Mold them into a whole

Perverted reflection

Of my nascent form

For Us

A deep stirring

Shaken out from a nightmare

That we have lived

And lived over

We restlessly rise

Stretch our scars until they ache uncomfortably

Remembrance of each infliction

And how it bent and broke us

A reflection of historic wrongs in every way

We rise, and rise

For us

Vicariousness

Rip the paper clouds

From the laden sky

A leaden catastrophe

As all my words leak

In rivulets down your face

Coat your white wings ashen

Blacken an already tarnished halo

A tongue to taste what I mean

A choke as they fill your throat

But never your heart

Grapple with these possibilities

With a singular weakness inside

You keep coming back

To my siren call

Wading into my perfect storm

Where all the shelter is destroyed

And only open fields remain

To lay and fuck

Under dark midnight skies

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Subconscious Answer

Live too long

Never long enough

Swirling of Dervishes

Red cloth hurricane

Leaves bereft

A small sense

Of seeking what is under

Plumbed too deep

Even there is darkness

Dryad’s Saddle

In a well lit wood

Stumble into fairy lights

Your feet are feather weight

Under my spell

A man from the mines

Bare chest and dirty

Filthy indeed

Hard as ore dug daylong

Hung as the horse that pulled your cart

Forget him, he grazes

You have only eyes for my slender blade

And dew wet pussy

Spread legs upon a dryad saddle

Think that I am too unsubstantial?

Perhaps you are right, come sunset

But now you can only feel my seduction

Prop

I’ve only to lean against the florid curtain

Laugh smoke into the breeze

As you strip

I’ll thrust up my breasts

Prop up your ego

But we both know

I’m in charge

Waiting

A ticking over

Summer breeze over my skin

Waiting

For this moment to begin again

Because somewhere deep inside

I know it happened before

Sloan

A gallon hat

Over a desiccated shadow

Spit and cuss

But swear you know how to treat a lady

Perhaps, tonight, harvest moon

When my breasts hang full and bright

We can lazily twist wild grass into braids

Lay deep in the earth’s embrace

Naked, as though we wished it would accept us back into its womb

I’ll slap away your calloused hands

Rolling my soft curves until you can barely handle it

You want to be denied

Stroked

Add your call to the nighttime symphony of crickets

You can almost taste it

Drown in it, like whiskey, poured straight

The cruelty of my fingers a chaser

You will be grateful for the weight of the saddle

For the prick of my spurs

A rodeo circus of depravity

Eight seconds, so you can qualify

Treat a woman right

Mr. Sloan

 

*All characters are fictional

 

 

Nightmare

Deep down, slow and noiseless

My claws are composed

Of all your decomposed dreams

Tainted with powerful fear

Muscles made of adrenaline

Eyes reflecting every twisted desire

 

Open up.

 

Relax.

 

I’m not going anywhere.

Exist

Vast enigmatic planet

Spiderweb of vibrations

So delicate

That even the ancient trees know

Something is coming for them

I exist, here on the surface

Gazing into the bowl of the sky

Divining tomorrow in the wind

A bluster of loneliness

Among a bustle of life

Teetering on the edge of not being

As we all are