Wax Statue

She is never sure what the others see

Beyond lacquered lashes and ruby mouth

Circling the looking-glass

That leads to her twisted soul

Tied up in knotted ribbons

Sampson’s hair wrapped round her heart

Woven thread by thread

More decoration to soothe her flushed flace

Withered from tragedy and despair

Reborn through youth and beauty

I am a harlot beyond the bible’s reckoning

Collecting gems of sideways glances

Given freely yet stolen by my avarice

From willing grateful victims

Art collectors

Unaware their gaze is my only muse

Hold still as an ancient petroglyph

You might unkink that curled hair

Or snap apart that smile

Used to put strangers at ease

Cochineal lips and fringed eyes

Like a painted bisque doll
You are a perfect mannequin in the mirror
Made opaque from a lifetime of reflection


August 13th, 11:44 pm

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Do you know how I’d like to die?

I’d like to drown in the big blue sea,

Tossed on storm-beaten frothy waves.

My body will sink down into the still and dark

Where monsters can eat the flesh-

Deep as a whale’s carcass.

The frozen northern ocean could preserve me -

An ice cold cocktail of potent spirits

To numb my mind and catalyze

Fear’s release, hardening every vein

And every fluid-filled cell.

May the current take away the bones-

Hide them from land-locked funeral procession.

I’ll lie under silt and stone and shadows

So that nobody views the decay

Of my pale and bloated soul.

Friday, August 12th, 3:25 pm

2:45 am

I once said that it was you
That kept me from sleeping
With your shaking and twisting

Deep dreams and tired protests
Which flung me into a dark pit
Where I sat sad and lonely

Now I lie alone
In a bed too big for one body
And still I cannot sleep

Today's Sunrise: 5:49 am

Early light, one more time
I am wide awake with a sweating soul
After days of gluttony
No rest when I must drink in
Every drop of hope that can be found

The paling sky shines softer
Than the faded moon,
Prophecy
To the anti-lullaby of of birds,
And I wait for the first stirring
Of true day

Past the crickets' cacophony
And the vague creature sounds
Beyond the forest's door
The first bird-song breaks open
A bell ringing like a waterfall
Sudden and sweet
And gone before the first note has finished

Echoing into all my memories
Of anxious nights
And new dawn greetings
The sudden tears brought
In telling my own truth

As the birds join together
In ceremony, speaking in tongues
But worshipping together
The same new day
That now taunts me with its innocence

Alight

Like reincarnation,
The burning flowers
Bloom into my eyes-
Those wooden orbs
Which sink within the flesh of my face
Weighing down into my whole soul
Dulled by greyscale filter

But!
When these dry windowframes catch fire,
Hazy like my lungs,
I see again
All beauty of colour and light
Outside the planes of my own
Polarized reality

fuck you, but please fuck me

up til four
i'll always be your personal whore
if you only feed me more
put down the bed
and pour the wine
i'll choke down my pills
we'll both feel fine
i'm fragile like a porcelain doll
and brutish like a bull
i break myself with every fall
and you with every pull

fighting or fucking
there's no in-between
when you're a needy drama queen

Wednesday

My hands are cold
And my thoughts are snarled
But the sun still shines
On the whole damn world