Author: poetryfest

My favorite thing about being
with my loved ones is that
I can enjoy the here and now
without having any worries.

Your metal-infused jaws make impossible cuts possible.
I have felt the wrath of a stinging insect,
how can something so small so easily slice or puncture?

But we are slashing body parts,
both infused with metals, zinc and manganese.

We pry apart already open mouths
examine the teeth, malformed lines
cutting edges of delicate skin, now red.
A single tooth spit up. Much thinner.

Heartache is typically found in the river canyons of the mouth
We never knew how sharp tools could be

But we learned, together.

I was hunting for sport tonight, my lips pulled
Back to bare my smile
Slim
Slick
Sultry
You could call me by my name but I’d prefer you
Don’t

Easy enough was the first boy I found at the mercy of my perfume
Charming was I? Telling you spells and mumbling the fables
Smoke and mirrors, trick tricks
Mindless manic my move ment
Had I caught a disease I’d have infected you
Senselessly

Against that brick wall, I shoved
Maiming your body; desires of blood that ebbed beneath
Mine for the slaughterhouse

Pinched my eyes shut when I felt you bend
Coiling around your bursting limbs!

Then you had ME

You felt like–him
Submission to his memory
Created his body with your thrown out parts
You don’t charm like him or engulf like him
But I’ll feed on you as if you were

I set off my own traps with my own burden

Weak frail hands
Falling into the pit of snakes and swallowing
The poison I was pushing into you
In love, with the body I made to be his

Then You FUCKING Spoke!

Ashes of my creation fell on my shoes
Melting off my charred flesh, burnt by my Dante
Nine? Be mine! I’m whining now, circles parlay!

Lost in your weak lasso as you drag me back
No use fighting with my bonfire
Your mark rests on my jugular for the following week
Stalking the plum tooth soaked maul, meek

Preyed on, I am
Pray have I, you’re him

I crave you, but I forgot
how to want. So I panic.

Distract myself like the days
I flirted death. Like the days
before I found the right
piece of myself to kill.

I yip and dance, shoot the moon,
pop the gum; snap the rubber band
secure around the wrist
once held down.

But the relief of it
Ah. The relief of it.

That toe dip and plunge into the Styx.
I bury into her hollow, into her swell.
Not dirt, nor ash, but a riptide wrapping
of desire of breath and thrum.

Your phantom limbs wired to pull
me out. Your laugh a shimmer

a piece of tackle— and I am caught.
You pull me in and again I forget
her. I forget everything,
every thing, but you.

Circle of life, circle of death;
there is a bird of prey circling overhead.
My spirit circles the drain, I’m drained,
How much more is there to take?
I am no longer taken with Life,
She leaves my eyes,
and underlines them with circles.

The bird of prey eyes me and dives me, pecks me to death!
Swoops and scoops my soul they stole in their talons,
Falcon rips it to shreds!
and delivers it tattered to their master: Death.

Blue is the color of my true love’s lips, white the color of her skin as I take her into my arms once more. Electricity is the feeling in the air as the warmth of the blood beneath my skin transfers to the deathly chill of her own. I hardly notice the antiseptic smell in her hair as we danced our midnight waltz.

“Slow my love, it will take effect.” I moan sputtering through crimson kisses.

Do we accept the love we are given?
And do we accept the pain from the very beginning?
The answer is no, because we can’t have one without the other
We don’t know until it’s too late, how the starts align us to our inevitable fate
How do you know you love someone?
By the times they make you smile, or the amount of tears you cry after it’s over?
It’s true, sometimes you have to let something or someone go, in order to find out the truth, the
truth being some things will send you over the moon
Love and pain make the most beautiful art, yet both we refuse to see from the start
It’s an endless cycle, love and pain
Both are worth it, but do we ever truly know the endgame?

i often wonder am i a cheater like her that when i vow i break it silently i am a rivers reflection of her everytime my hair grows longer my cheek bones rise i can no longer lie about my genetics our faces never seperate if i am a cheater does it spread like blood? does it resent the tests? why would i slice the solution ? why should i cut out? people. what does lust make us search for? i undress a married man with my eyes. i guess things glisten brighter in the dark. people even. it may be the vessel out. away from yourself. is it a test? because she failed. as i pass my grades. i bury my head in words of history. to the memory of being hidden in the back seat. to be rewarded. in helping her cheat. don’t tell daddy. duct taped over my mouth. she hands me pretty plastic to play with. while she plays with a friend of his. young. shiney. twenty three. eleven years difference. brand new to her scent. i only remembered yellow street lights. dad worked the night shift. for more money. by her request. what if i am a cheater? does it make me equal to her? as i swallow another cookie dough blizzard. among the wreckage of my house. made. dingy. in a dark blue. subaru. don’t tell daddy. i hope i pass the test. i hope her lust. greets her. with a dull kiss. and i hope she knows. she took
away. the shine from my eyes. lebotomized my dad’s sensitivity. bankrupted my grandma’s generosity. slit the wrists of my grandpa’s warm welcome. spat in the pale face of my late lola. and with their bodies buried. i am homeless. on the streets of broken concrete. with blood in the streams. of memories. nuked out of existence. daughter of a volcanic. eruption. with my naked scene dolls. broken bratz. bare barbies. told to play pretend. in a nameless cemetery.