Saltwater VeinsWe chased unfamiliar coastlines,crossed a continent of earth,abandoned Northwest shorelineslike broken shells upon the beach;drove straight ahead, towards looming Atlantic,laid down roots in an East Coast statewithout a shoreline.But I missed my rocky beaches,crashing waves swirling sea-spray against wind-reddened cheeks,breathing life into salted lungs.So we chased the Atlantic northward, up the coast, snaking up Route One, a wending wave of rocky coastline.I leaned to touch the water,and it flowed fast from my fingers -'til I turned, andthe Atlantic chased me up the beach,caught me fast in its swell,froze me in place as seafoamlapped hungry at my heels,swallowed ankles seasoned with brine.My feet sunk into sandlocked between sea and shoreunable to move for fear of falling,of being swallowed whole.Then gentle waves released mesopping wet against the sandAnd now I feel the pullof coastlines east and westtides rent me from within,s
It's Not About FameThese words within me,singing just beneath my skinare not just mine.I'm going to unleash them upon the worldand make them yours.
Carving ConstellationsDoctors carve out constellations,stitch star maps into my skin,a web of scars, a path to taketo find myself again.My scars are sewn of haunted stars,constellations but half-drawn;ghosts of star-fire whispering wordsthat fade out with the dawn.They took my rib from me,ground it up, reformed it,turned it into Eve;made a girl with my own name:a girl they say is me.My fragile face now hers,our spirit splintered,she stands for nothingI once stood for.Deep scars fadebefore their meanings are deciphered;yet more maps unfold
The PromiseYou promised me, my love, you see, and I shall not forget.We climbed the tower stairs as the bell solemnly chimed."If life forbids our love, then in death we shall wed."You took my hand, we kissed our last, and off the edge we stepped.But you let go, so I alone, plunged into the night.But you promised me, my love, you see, and I shall not forget.So I wait for you now, my love, for I know you must regretYour eyes were flick'ring candles as you watched me die."If life forbids our love, then in death we shall wed."You'll see me there again, some night, waiting by the tower steps.You'll take my hand, I'll lead you up, up into the sky.You promised me, my love, you see, and I shall not forget.The bell will toll an exaltation, before we paint the ground deep red.I'll whisper back the words you spoke upon our midnight flight:"If life forbids our love, then in death we shall wed."I'll ghost a kiss across your lips, to steal your final breathThen look into your candle-eyes, and s
Dinner In a TombShe always did love pomegranates.She didn't know I'd poisoned them, when I left them on the table when she came to retrieve her belongings. She didn't know I'd already found a new place, that I'd set her a trap, a plan to bring her here, down, down into the catacombs that are now my kingdom.She stares at me now, dark circles beneath wide, empty eyes. I offer her another seed."Come now, my dear. Do have something to eat. You look deathly pale." I flash her a grin she ignores.I butter bread and place it in her cold hand. "I've arranged this feast, just for the two of us, and you haven't even the good graces to eat it?" Her blue lips offer no excuses for her rudeness.The bread slips from her hand. I retrieve it, curl her fingers around the crusty edge. "Try again, darling. You'll get the hang of it."I brush golden curls back from her bloodless face."I told you you'd never escape me. My hell is your hell, my love."
Jack o'lanterntiny orange kittensmells of autumn splendor, sweetJack o'lantern secrets.
Dejected CrumpetFor deviantART's 12th birthday, the staff decided to throw a persnickety surprise party for Fella. They gathered at Fella's favorite restaurant, The Fancy Wombat, with presents in hand. Llama brought Fella to the door and once they stepped in, all of the staff screamed, "I AM NOT A DEJECTED CRUMPET!!" Fella was so shocked that he instantly shooed. He opened his presents to find that Llama had given him 12 meows. He was amazed! He would never forget that night.
Exhale, AmaryllisMid-summer heatwave,I push through humid air,like dreams of swimming, graceful,through the streets. Chest aching, Iinhale heavy, tangible airthick with scent of summer's bounty.Honeysuckle vines tangle in my lungs, perfume my breath.My sighs exhale nectarpast my lips;words glint in sunlight.Berry brambles twist into my veins,thorns prick for blood from inside-out;honey-suckle oxidized breath,painting white blossoms red:My heart was a pure-white bloom once,but I inhaled arrows of golden sunlightand bled forth Amaryllis.
MemoryMemory flows through the veins of this land;the earth does not forget the blood that was lost:it nourished the roots of trees that still stand.Memory flows through the veins of this land;whispering past monuments to man,ghosts roam the fields that armies once crossed.Memory flows through the veins of this land.the earth does not forget the blood that was lost.