Pints of whiskey, cigarettes, and outer space.

hush, my love, you are the
full moon amongst my stars and I
look at my empty hands and the 
spaces where your fingers should be
laced, so many unfilled spaces, i am left aching 
for your warmth.
I can see the comfort of
the universe etched inside the
rivers of your irises, conveyed to me in
just one glance, craving contact, arms
open to your embrace.
you have tamed the beast inside
me, my star crossed prince, gift
of the galaxy, my fallen wish
upon a shooting star,
like me take your world upon my 
shoulders, my Orion, let me kiss
away your sorrows.

i want to sing you the stars in your

eyes, diamond dust of the universe;

i wished for you.

weary and worn, i had walked

deserts, the soles of my feet burning like

the fire in my heaving chest

to find you.

and i searched amongst the supernovas, 

was fucked and fucked over; i cried

the milkyway, only to 

kiss you in the blue dark 

of the new moon, new tides washing away

my sins. little dipper to ursa major, 

cradle me, drunk, in your arms

before this galaxy dream fades

into the blackhole sun. 

the knight to my day, make me

whole. 

scripture failed to mention how
one sheds flesh to become
savage perfection, and as i
peel back my skin, you
reveal your secrets
to ancient spirits in the
language of your
ancestors.
a language long since
dead, you once whispered
forbidden words,
a devil’s snare to
entrap me, entrance me,
take me hostage and turn me
inside out.
what haunts you now,
my ghost?
visions which dance
behind your eyelids
of my innocence
lost, i captured
your tears for my own
sick pleasure.
i am a hellhound on your
trail, teeth snapping at
your ankles
to drag you back
into hell.
your lips move in the motions
of one last prayer
before your bed is devoured
by the flames of our
lost love.
are you happy now?
our castles have crumbled,
our kingdom destroyed,
there is no such thing
as forgiveness.
you live on,
as i struggle in the tides,
the water filling my
lungs, and yet i embrace
my own destruction only to
be born anew.
watch your back,
before i sink my fangs
into your flesh to drag
you under.

with black eyes, she watches,
stalks her prey through
concrete forests;
jaw snapped, teeth stained in
crimson, she holds her own
heart in her
hands, to devour it,
her only means of
defense.
newly hollow, she walks
without aim through busy
city streets,
and the stars have found
their way
into her flesh;
she has become a
creature
of a universe
which has rejected us.
she is not human, rather
demon made flesh,
some hybrid
breed, devoid of
conscience, yet capable
of love,
denied.
and so she exists amongst
the bricks and trees,
devouring herself
so that
no other can cause her
further harm.
innocence stolen,
she embraces
her true nature
and returns to
the soil.

i am a wolf in
sheep’s clothing, monster
made beautiful by
flesh.
i am carnal,
dancing naked under
pale moons, painted
in the blood of
the earth,
lungs hollow and
filled with
smoke; i am the
ghost of a girl
turned rabid by
time. born savage,
she shed her
innocence, spreading her
legs for all who
would worship, become
servants to her
charm.
alone, i stalk
prey under empty
skies, searching
for something
i will never
find.
i am a wolf in
sheep’s clothing,
monster made
beautiful,
unwanted by the
gods who brought forth
my creation.

instead of reaching, palms
outstretched, into the naked sky,
i caressed the stars in your
skin. i gazed into
the galaxies hidden in the
swirling patterns of
your irises.
the fleeting graze of
your fingers set my
soul ablaze.
and i traveled, mournful,
many miles, only to be
turned away; my feet memorized
the path to your
door, and i pleaded for
entrance, but was
rejected,
over and over, only to return
for your
denial.
now i am only left with
a hollow sky, no more
stars to trace
in your skin.
now seperated by
states, i was the least of
your captives, our stockholm
romance, fleeting;
i collected your tears
and was turned away
for my lack of
beauty.
now i travel, weary, in
search of perfection,
with nothing to
trace but the
air, heart heavy,
but determined.
we will meet again, old
friend, my
adonai.

oh, adonis, look at what you have caused,
as i am left to carress my
carcass, the polished beauty
of the bones you once held,
and left to bathe in the blood
of lambs,
sacrificing sanity at your
sacred altar.
i sleep with strangers,
as you lie
and lay in the bed that you
have made,
leaving me to bear the burden
of our carnal sins.
one hundred miles seperates me
from absolution,
and so i wither like the
sunflowers, dried petals
abandoned by the sun.
my spirit will haunt you,
pleasure you,
tourture you;
i am left unwanted,
even by the
gods.
you can find my body
buried beneath the sand,
as the tide cleans away
any evidence of the
crime scene.
move forward, adonis,
ignore your servant, true,
and she will keep from you
the secret of saving
your soul.

every glance at my reflection, a reminder
that i must sink, my darling,
i must fall.
and i will rise, i will shed
my flesh, i will molt every carnal
sin, every mistake, every flaw
that makes me
hideous.
my body will become like liquid
silver,
and i will melt between the grains of sand
beneath my sunburnt feet.
i have walked this desert in search
of myself, and i am wonderfully horrified
at my discovery of
a woman
who let the world
abuse her to the point
that her vessel cracked, and she became
a monster.

they’re calling the doctor,
the meds just aren’t working;
but no chemicals can erase the sound
of voices as they whisper
the secrets of ancient cities destroyed.
there is no key to unlock the door
of confidence, so i live in this house without
mirror reflections of my former self.
you moved to the concrete city, and
i still feel alone in
crowded spaces surrounded by
conversation.
when i am restless i yearn for
the warmth of another who will
lie through their teeth just to tell me
i am beautiful.
my chest is hollow;
i feel the oxygen as it
dances through the spaces of
my ribcage.
i long for coffee and philosophical
conversation, staring at the
stars and kissing skin.
i am left unattached, searching
for an equal to just cleanse
my sense of insecurity.
give me features to trace with
the tips of my fingers and
lips to kiss my forehead
good night.