Pour it out

Pour it out
the colors of me
break the bones
reveal the weeds
tell me more
more of what you see
and keep me close
this love beneath
souls that blush
and spirits crumble
pour the real truth
from the bubble
and take the rest
the sum, the whole
take my red blood
turn to gold.

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What’s buried in the ground

secrets cannot burden
a mouth without a tongue
secrets cannot keep
the one who cannot hum
one that makes no noise
and is buried in the ground
a feast for all the maggots
that keep their secrets well
a feast for the earth to have it
all my secrets, sins I’ve worn.

A room for spiders

Fill the room with webs of me
words that act as delicate strings
everything from bones and teeth
my blood becomes the air and sheets
bed of eyes, my lips and hair
decorate the room with flare
show a side so rarely seen
the parts of me I tried to bleed
forget the empty broken parts
use my intestines but lose my heart
leave the windows bare of strings
keep the vision inside for the streets
fill the room with webs of me
a story writ in nails and feet
all my skin becomes the rug
an empty room forgotten, undone.

Use every part

Blue bones
cheeks cold
everything is dead
the world will rest again
and we’ll remain off set
red lips turn grey
the tongue that hesitates
the words that go unsaid
the tear drops of green sweat
they’ll eat away at flesh
the orange that fades with it
teeth of blood and gore
your finger nails upon the floor
the devil rides your soul
to war

Room for rent

Inches of skin crawling
off walls you’d deem appalling
red like blood it oozes-dripping
dripping and dropping to it
to the floor that’s made up
of muscles and tissues that flare up
swollen and sore their useless
for anything close to movement
but squishing and squashing for you if
if you can free yourself of it the grip of the lungs
keep pursuing oxygen breathing it burns this
ember of flames and slit wrist breaking the bones
for carpet over the muscles and tissues
like tile it’s style an anthem of biology held for ransom
inches of flesh worth pursuing an image of death
for reviewing standard and yet consuming.

My clouds are lungs

It hurts
silence is deafening
have you ever really
loved me
or am I just dreaming.
This is hell-didn’t know
myself until today
the demon, maiden
and the saint
it burns and takes
the faith away.
It hurts
to hear the sound of
silence
to read the cold
and fractured
messages in the air.

Absorbed

Lately I’ve become
a monster in the sun
all my battles won
when darkness fled.
Lately I’ve retired
all excuses required
to hide away from self
and all I’ve done.
Lately I’ve aspired
higher than before
my dreams on fire
when all darkness is
absorbed.