My markings bring a shame that diverts my gaze to ensure the ground is still beneath me, yet you hold and kiss as if they don’t exist
I keep thinking this is some sort of catfish

No light

No dark

No weather

No breath

No body

No imposed religion

No paradigms

It was all sucked away in a slow vacuum

At first you don’t notice

Because the water is still

Then you feel a pleasant tugging sensation

It’s like sticking your toe in a tiny tornado

You enjoy the danger until you realize

Half of you is gone

By the time it reaches your head

You have no choice but to make peace with it

Then there is nothing

When you speak my name,

do so in a breath the barely grazes the ear it sets upon.

Enunciate    every      syllable.

Darling, show you know full well, who it is you speak of.

Chew it carefully.

It is quite a load to hold.

I wouldn’t want you to choke.

Don’t forget swallow all the thick stubborn bits you couldn’t spit.

Holding even the tiniest particle for too long spoils the tongue.

When someone tells me they dream to write,

I give an empathetic sigh,

For I know all too well that the page is a lover that can never be satisfied

No matter how hard one tries

Don’t pick up the pen

Just walk away and forget

Lest your nights be filled with scorn and regret

These bones, these bones

They ache from the cold

My tongue tastes the bitter and suffers alone

My uterus holds contempt

My brain can’t make sense

My ears throb as an invisible clock ticks

My spine grows stiff

And my hands have yet to prove their usefulness

My life is busy and hurried with laughter and chatter in the background

And dishes that clink while piling on top of one another in the sink,

As my house trembles with the rumbling of the passing train

It’s old and so is the wiring

Putting out the fires is tiring

However,

 The in between time

When no light shines

And I am left to face my shadow silently

It is then that my eyes shift downward from the weight of reality

I don’t show you enough

I don’t tell you enough

I don’t see you enough

And I should because love is fickle and people are temporary

I’m sorry

As your whispers tickle through my ear,

Common sense melts between the delicate folds of longing

 Pleased to receive you once again

The sound of thunder will ascend

Today I dare to run again

Round the ever winding road

Booty drives this challenger’s goad

Up and down the steepest hill,

Not a breath to capture standing still

Forcing through the opposing wind,

Until this circle meets an end

My carbon paper vessel blotted with ink , stains my truest form
As a presyncopal fog rolls through my brain, I am laden with dreadful visions of black limousines that trail the remnants of a permanent transition
Soon, I will sing until my lungs relax, and fall back into my mother’s awaiting arms

It looks a bit worn, but how much for your soul?

We can negotiate a little, I suppose

Invaluable to you, yet

Highway robbery to me

I can find one cheaper elsewhere, you see?

Look there, a scratch

How much can we knock off for that?

Well, that’s absurd

I really must be going

Oh, you changed your mind?

Well, let’s get the ball rolling

And we have a deal

Wait until I show all my friends what I purchased; it was practically a steal!

What do you do when idols slip from their pedestals and shatter revealing the pathetic mortals that epitomize their existence? Knowing what lurks inside, isn’t it cruel raise them up so high?

i was an amber child born and raised in an alabaster kingdom. i had to earn my citizenship. no amber could ever be born a native. i worked and was wronged, but the laws of the kingdom do not extend to foreigners. so i left to find the place i do belong.  i wandered for days until i found the kingdom of amber. a stranger among my kinsmen. i was shunned for my alabaster mentality. i could not control where i was born, how i was raised, or the fact that ambers and alabasters thought less of me. so I left, been wandering ever since.

I  remember things that occurred years before you were born

You’re grown

I’m old

The creaking noise, I tell myself it’s just me settling

And that racket you listen to

I nod and pretend to like it too

A boy

A girl

Their eyes meet

He’s jerking off in front of an open window

She happened to peer up from the street

He’s intrigued

She thinks he looks silly

He rushes to find his pants

She walks on without giving his window a second glance

He catches up and takes her hand

It’s sticky

She pulls away

He understands

Disgusted, she quickens her pace

However, something made her stop and turn back the other way

He heads home depressed

She stops him and kisses him

He doesn’t mind her Cheeto breath

Then they happily walk off into the sunset and burn to death 

There are lessons that only flesh can teach

And stories only a tongue could tell

As it snakes its way down salted peaks

Charting an unconscious language                       

That no ears can comprehend

 A secret goes unshared beyond the bond of two

Who pressure one another enough to free diamonds