“There Came a Time”

She considers drowning a lovely thing.

Words and ink,

her preference.

Throwing her lungs over her shoulder,

as she dives into the mess,

but not suicidal.

She is existing, at best.

We all have our hobbies.

She stops,

touching her pearly throat,

nails digging in.

She can’t stay,

the waves piling above her head.

A witch,

with a forked tongue,

pulling her farther along.

Time to make a decision.

“Noble Absurdity”

Glass floors and iron teeth,

people made of stationary.

This is what he dreams about.

A cat that’s lost his grin,

an eagle with no eyes,

a throne divine,

and a map that never lies.

What does it mean?

Golden skeletons with white crowns,

laughing upon stallions made of blood.

A prince with one arm,

standing amidst the chaos,

clutching a black ribbon.

He’s full of despair,

alone in this fight.

But it’s just a dream,

right?

“Blanched Greed”

There is nothing civil about your love.

It wrecks me,

not a dove,

but a vicious longing.

Something you created.

I buried myself inside your pulse,

while you sat and watched,

that girl,

sitting at the bar.

And the next time I saw you, there was a smile,

framed by bleached lips.

When I asked you,

where you got them from,

you said it was just a friend.

“Glances at Best”

I saw her the other day.

Her French lips and Italian eyes.

She was just sitting there,

and I was walking by.

So beautiful,

I wanted to see her thorns, her secrets.

But she was so red. 

And I was so hollow.

I saw her again.

Her dark, very German hair and articulate, old English eyes.

She walked right by me.

Secretive and gorgeous,

I wanted to hear her voice, her thoughts.

But she was so other.

And I felt so normal.