There are orange needles under my feet
And towering sequoia branches
Like deep green ladders to a foggy sky
There is solitude and there is companionship
In coastal mist
It holds my hand and hugs the mammoth trunks
There are redwoods that form a metropolis
Spindly like Gaea's fingers reaching out of damp soil
She wears fairy rings like plated gold
There is a melancholy in these woods
It runs in the little forest creeks
And crashes in cliffside falls into the deep blue of the Pacific
trigger warning: mild body horror, blood/gore
When you left you reached down my throat,
Wrenched my heart through my pleading teeth.
Pieces catch like rubbery fish on ivory hooks.
I'm still chewing on cardiac muscle,
Suckling old blood congealed like blackberry jelly.
My blood streams down your fingers,
Fresh like crushed pomegranate.
Dark as death.
Dark as I descend.
Rib cage stage swallowing my final act.
The ring master waves gnarled arms.
Curtains like quivering gills, draw closed.
I sit cross-legged in a supple red cage,
Licking viscera off my palms.
Still pining for the sting of your fist stretching my lips,
For the bitter taste of your departing fingers on my tongue.
eyes eyes over mine
rake across my body lines
pocket full of pearly masks
paint it wear it when they ask
silky gauze clinging in threads
follow me to bed
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"I would rather spend one lifetime with you
than face all the ages of this world alone."
~
Arwen, The Lord of the Rings
i write best when i can barely see the screen
when everything pours through ocean eyes in torrents on the page
when tsunamis tear against my skull
push against my nerves
and calm to run in rivulets down lines of luminant text