Doll.

I've found myself washed up on the shores of my dreams.
My seams undone, in a sea of loose threads and untied ribbons.
Sharp nails pressing inward, begging to stay alive as my stuffing escapes.
Watching as my body falls apart in my hands.
Crying no tears, nothing left.
Hoping for someone to rescue me.
Patch me back up, like new again.
But I'm holding scissors..
and snipping each perfectly aligned stitch,
and with each one sliced, more of me is poured onto the ground.
I am not the girl of your dreams.
I am not the birth of a new idea.

I am the death of a child.
I am the death of sanity.
I am the death of a soul.
I am the death of hope.
I am the death of your dreams.
I am the death of your smile.
I am the death of your beauty.

And I am dead. Laying as empty skin in your bed.
Cotton scattered around.

Slaughter

You speak in the harshest pentecostal tongue I know.
Words grabbing hold of my chest, clawing it into shreds.
Leave no hair unburnt, leave no freckle of mine behind.
You still find me, in that pit, along with your past
Your now so present, and your soon, but somehow distant, future.
Batting eye lashes like something pretty.
Knitting your safety net as you are already falling to the ground.
Keep your hands in my blood, I want them all to know.
Showing signs of what once was a perfect match,
Now blown out by the cool wisp of your sinister breath.
I don't follow any causes but my own,
I don't walk where I know I shouldn't.
I don't pretend to be okay when I am not.
The smile pastuered to my face is ever permnant, not a lie.
Simply a glimpse into my mind.
Where I am daydreaming
Of killing you.

Clearly.

You Are Not The Majority.




Feel good about that.

Miss take

I find myself in pain as my head is banged against the walls of these ideas for ever more I am yours in the cement you have created for me, my chamber so I am destined to sleep here, against the cold rock floor, in order to give you happiness, in order to make you smile... in order for me to die a little bit with each breath as I hold your hand.

Nighttime affair.

You'd think it would be understandable that I was never awake.
For those moments when my eyes met yours, and I felt your truth and warmth against my body.
And every moment after was a dream... Spiritually alluring and miraculous.
And as I scream your name and find heaven in your palms....
I see through all that exists to a reality we can create.
Under the mystery of the covers.
In a bed that can never be made, just lives.
In a home that was never our own...
Until the night we found each other.
Comforting.


For every night after I found myself asleep.
Awaking as my doppelganger in your arms again...
In someone else's sheets.

Pigtails

Every little girl waits in line for the white utility van.
Living day after day hoping one day the door will slide open.
Ragged to face, head on the metal floor.
Zip ties and strip mall fantasies speeding by,
twitching of the eye as the lights dance past like a parasol's twirl.

And I shall keep you. Your new name is Anna. I am a software engineer, you are home schooled.
Your mother died three years ago, and we are very close.

He said, sipping monochromatic tea out of a shot glass behind a white Pickett fence.
Nightfall brings safety pinned clothing to ensure their placement, though it never stops your pants from sliding to your ankles.
In a pink bed, with a floral pattern.
Clasped hand over screaming young mouths.

She said "I'll let you borrow my soul"
And greedily he took it,
allowing it to fall into the abyss of his dark side.
Eating the candy leading to the guillotine.

Your neck was the perfect fit.
Too bad the blade is so damn dull.

The Taking.

One. Pressed. Pair. Of. Lips.
Destined for every inch of your body, glistening.
Whimpers and whispers and delightful banter as my tongue caresses your skin like a flower.
Bare hand touches Bare hand.
Bare hand touched Bare thigh.
Bare thigh touches Bare leg.
Bare leg wraps around bare torso.
Bare torso presses down on bare breasts.
Bare Breasts exhaul loudly through pressed lips.
Pressed lips find the words "I love you" on the caressing tongue..


And blank mind finds bliss.

Beautiful.