one seems quick to put Aside
this composition, quite simple.
prompt: "small things"
give me this reality, in this moment.
misunderstood they've been through time
these princesses with no want of rescue
scales simply scars rendered into armor
fire is our savior
the heat regenerating our ever waking rage
consume me & take with you every breath I've ever had
I am no shrew, simply waiting to be tamed
remember now, I rule in my own right
so come near, dear, if you find yourself enraptured
scar for scar
scale for scale
rage against rage
our truth amidst the pain
if this is ocean, then let me be the moon
and please don't ask me to repent
for I know no other way
so run away dear one
else I cause this tide to stay
when looking back with an honest tone
and those whose skin has pressed into my own
when beaten down straight to the bone
time is the only honest lover I've known
freshly tattooed skin, its fugacious existence
i breathe you in
careful to not be too close.
you’re a careful one,
mindful of our immediacy & that spare 2 inches
your breath evens out, too measured, too controlled
you’re awake love
in the clarity of morning light
trembling hands and wavering hearts
fearful of the honesty in a few inches
& eyes too dark to hold the illusion
it pulls me into its grasp, submission not a request
no one ever spoke of the warmth
thank heavens we’ve finally reached the end
this sure as shit ain’t home.
hollowed blocks assaulted by incorporeal beings
wandering the narrow slits of a place I’m not sure
what used to be home is now simply
but I’ll find it again in these slightly chapped lips
when holding’s one gaze seems to sear like the sun of shore
these chapped lips that promise no return
prompt: "New York"
“they are my friends”
the unresponsive skin.
“i’d like for you to join us,
the palpation demands recognition
life does not wane easily
if you choose to take life,
make no apologies