in the window seat,
In a quiet place shut-in
seeing no one, hearing nothing.
Closed off as I am
my spirit runs still
in the field of grass I knew once when I was young.
The smell of wild flowers on the wind
fill my nostrils…
like the wings of dying
lie heavily on her
drowning silently in a myth
I moved in close as if to whisper in his ear. Instead I licked his neck and sank my teeth into his virgin flesh.
Now I could get all gothic and creepily so till we were sore
Tell you about his trip to the morgue and fears and shades and more.
-oh yeah… happy mother’s day --
She sits on her throne
in shadows alone
with dark raven hair;
creature of night
the world in her sight
becomes a dark lair.
Kneel before the breeze off reef
The swirl of time
The grip of mine
Why are there so many derogatory monikers that are specifically female? Unless specifically tweaked each of the words are assumed to be in relation to a female.
thrust in and
You tell me that you’ve left me
but I feel your wholesome breath
crawling up my body
like some harbinger of death.
As she walks with her head held held high
Ignorant to the passing glances and whispered words
Rules and trends she’s supposed to abide by
Her thoughts and expressions better left unheard
memories like swarming
fill her head as on her
she performs the
it is a
the cold air biting with iron