ghost
you move slowly like the
hands of a clock, ticking
away seconds of life —
there’s a ghost in our
home watching you
without me; because I’m
not here, I’ve lilted into
lilies, but I see you
through the silt of moments —
I wonder if you miss me,
or my ghost is comfort
enough to assuage your soul.
traitor
remember me
with your dying breath,
remember me well, traitor.
cherry blossom kisses
with cherry blossoms in her hair
she falls over you in waves of
yellow skin and black hair, she
is warm as a summer’s day, as
secretive as the wind; but her
ebony eyes betray none of her
truths, that pours into you with
kisses softer than the fragile wings
of dragonflies; her lips the
stained glass windows of whirring
evasiveness your mother warned you
about, and yet through her lips
you can see her eroded heart fissured
with the apertures of yesteryear —
they spill over you in waves of
maudlin, and you promised yourself
that she would never again be the
skeletal remains of an autumn tree
in winter, and so you pull her closer;
your soul’s fingers twining ever nearer
because you’re two birds of the
same feather sharing the same branch,
and you would rather die than to
allow her back into the gilded cage
she once knew without hope or love.
freed refugee
her hands are cold as winter’s
ice as you join hands, her
fingers slipping clumsily away as if
she’s never held anyone’s hand —
she turns away shamed by
her pathetic display of humanity;
yearning to speak all the words
they need to hear, but she can’t.
monster musing
you never understood me,
you never even tried —
all you ever cared for
was tearing my wings
asunder and eating my
heart then placing the
ribbons of me that remained
amid the clouds, then you
had the audacity to say
you wondered why I dislike
you; you’re the bitter
aftertaste lingering on my
tongue, the nightmare I had
that danced itself to life.
pretentious
you always ask the wrong
questions at the exact right
time, I’ve never known anyone
quite like you; you’re shrewder
than you think you are, but
you’re not so clever as you
fancy you might be; you’re as
transparent as plastic wrap,
and just as suffocating, your
breath a noxious world that
none should have to enter.
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