Rhana Griffin

Creeping…
creeping…
snivelling…
entreating…..

You come bearing vile gifts
disguised with beauteous words.

Hear now, you creature of the dark
I possess the second sight
t…

Gentle fingertips caress my cheek
as I tilt my head skywards
to baske in your adoration.

Silken butterflies on gossamer wings
brush softly against my lips
as I breath in your sweet pu…

In the corner sits a fool,
her head, once held so high
now hangs between her knees
as hot tears of shame
fall silently to
drip onto her feet.

In the corner sits a fool
her golden lo…

Your words so elegantly created
to purposefully confound
issue forth with all the grace
and tonal depth
of the most mesmerising nocturne.

Yet beneath the surface harmony
discordant n…

Fey is her mind
fickle is her heart.

Notions of escape
trip on nimble feet
carrying her away
to a place where
dawn never comes.

In endless night
she hides from herself
betraying…

Come hold me here
now in the dark.
Warm this corpse
that is my living heart.

For though it beats
it cannot feel
slashed with word wounds
too deep to heal.

I’ve tried so hard
to se…

Emotional detonation.

A heart laid to waste.

She screams in vain protest
as her fortress falls.

Naked and exposed,
the harsh light of desolation
sears her tormented soul.

Clutc…

Walk with me
my silent companion.
Hear my secrets
with open ears
and sealed lips.

Sit with me
my silent companion.
Hold my heart
with a gentle touch
and silk gloved hands.

Lie w…

Relax, breathe deep,
beneath the branches
that lovingly weave
their web of protection.

Once again they faithfully
obscure the vision
of those who seek to know
my true heart.

Into…

Torn heart…

healed.

A girl smiles…

Still night
Silence shattered
I cry…

Butterfly wings, tornado created, chaotic connections.

Faded magician, children crying, illusions shattered.

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I see your sister in her Sunday dress,
she’s out to please she pouts her best
With fingernails that shine like justice
And a voice that is dark like tinted glass
She can take you any pla…

Awake, she dreams
Death becomes her.