A fistful of trust issuesand brain stainedpurple by midnight bloomsmakes for an interesting partnerin the coliseum.How does trident and netfare against the gladius?Shall we seeafter Praeco departs?When Trumpeter horn announcesimpending doom or victory?While being reborn veiled in vernix caseosa,dripping amniotic fluid before a raving mad crowd?Demand for blood geysersdrowns all reason. Instinct, adrenaline, fearfuels ourContinue reading “Avē Imperātor, moritūrī tē salūtant”
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My Body Is A Temple
Throat chewed outdisplayed in light of day sugar crystals groundinto split lip from the beatingI’ve been blessed with.Always the favorite,I’m punished as reward because sweetness dripsfrom my wounded heartacting as insulation to comfort a cold body.My bruised arms coverthe little boy’s painhidden in plain sight.It lurks behindhis grown man eyes. It bores black holesstraight through the wreck ofContinue reading “My Body Is A Temple”
A Writing Ritual
Ward ignites via candle flameto protect the sanctuaryof my habitat bedroom.Heady jasmine incense curlsaround invisible barriers.I scry.Nothing appears in the obsidian mirror.I shed skinas the sun goes downon me.Warmth radiatesfrom brain stem,along snaking spine,to end at my rattler tail.Sticky with humidity,tonight’s July airhugs my curvesas sweat glistens on flesh.Petrichor arrives- an omen.Late night summer rainContinue reading “A Writing Ritual”
Someone’s In The Kitchen And It Ain’t Me
Sitting at the kitchen tablefingering grocery store flowersthree days old,weeping over a mason jar glasswhile your seat’s gone coldagain.Head hanging low,I am an angry bitter being.Tongue rebelling,stomach curdling from the aftertaste-a spoonful of overdone heart.There’s more than one cookstirring this dinner pot.She’s licking pink lipswhile dipping painted fingertipsinto the brew.My fraying dirty apronhanging crooked onContinue reading “Someone’s In The Kitchen And It Ain’t Me”
VI. The Lovers
I’d soften my body,mind, and behavior to melt into you. I’ll comb out the knotsto let down my hair from this tower room,then blossom as you climb the length to me.I want to be your soft girl,perfumed pillow, secret heart lover.I want you to be my only man,sacred space,sun and moon lover.Carve your markinto myContinue reading “VI. The Lovers”
Euterpe Visited Me Last Night
Everything I scrawlacross the page is a soundtrackbass bumping in my head.I wish I could sketcheach note onto your chestfor safekeeping.Our song plays behind my eyelids.It’s the flipping of comic bookpages in the hands of a child.This is the chorus.I’ll passive aggressively hintthis poem is about you.You and Me.Repeat times three.I can’t compose musicor holdContinue reading “Euterpe Visited Me Last Night”
Live To Eat
One day my teeth will betray me.I’ll bite clean through meat, gristle, fat.Vegetarianism falls flatwhen your demon is splayed outon the kitchen table. I’m a liar. I’m a truth teller.Know this about me.I do not crave veg, fruit, bread.I’m no honeybee.It’s always been about fleshwith little desirefor the flower.The more my palms manipulatebetween these twoContinue reading “Live To Eat”
Tea Leaves
Gravity leaves usswimming in the weedsQueen Anne’s lacefloral refuse left behind reveals an alternativestate of beingin my divination tea.Would you chase meif I was a bun bun? We could nibble wild carrots root, leaf, all.Would you catch me?Steal my lucky paw?So many questions, so few answers emergeat the bottom of my teacup.I’d be an astronautonContinue reading “Tea Leaves”
Juice
She bathes in alkaline washesknotted to a floatawaiting mechanical sorting before extraction.Coffin nail punctures woundpeels back to bruise the blackblood orange red pulp dripsbetwixt and between them.She’s lost inside. Prefrontal cortex broken.Don’t try to findor fix her. Squeezes citric acidsucrose fructose glucose sweetest of sweet.Splashes lipschinneckbreastswhose cup’s overflowing?Compulsion blooms wetactivation countdown initiatesin the amygdalaas heContinue reading “Juice”
The Answer Is Always Man
Down, down, downlay me down in the garden of evilbeneath waning moonlet night chill our fleshsilence the days complaintwith songs of wildlife consorts.We become realwhenthe artificial worldnumber sequence falls awayto stretching of bonesin dancing skin suits claw, fur, fang exposed.I morph into golden eyed sphinxmy false knight wields stolen spear and shield. Shall I grantContinue reading “The Answer Is Always Man”
Carmilla Dawn 