Sideways

Stupid girl

He'll never notice. 

Doesn't matter how much

Make up you use. 

You could scream on street corners.

You could spend a million dollars.

He'll never notice. 

Stupid boy

Why do you try?

She has her world

Of crystal and glitz. 

Wrapped in what she wants to see. 

Why do you try?

Until a stupid girl and a stupid boy

Finally look and find 

They aren't so stupid after all. 

Hollow

A tiny hole in the tree.

Critters live and

Hunted hide. 

The hollow of a soul is different.

It's not safe or comforting.

It's just empty. 

An apple cored. 

Something people see through. 

No matter what you cram

Into that breach

It will always be a canyon. 

Bubble

The joy

The absolute rapture

My blue light special

And I'm pouring my heart

Into a little black box 

And sealing it with red wax

And kisses. 

Buried in the backyard.

Do not disturb 

Until forever.

 

Ragdoll

Perched on the edge. 

Stairs looming.

One tiny breeze

Will push me over.

And then you rush by. 

BUMP

   BUMP

      BUMP

         BUMP

               THUD

I'm in a heap

Wondering if you'll set me upright. 

But I'm not uncomfortable 

So I'll just lay here a while

Until you notice. 

My stitched smile 

Ready to comfort

For when I'm needed. 

Sunburnt

Bound and breathing easy. 

Pitch black. 

Left on my side. 

Curled fetal. 

Tears evaporated. 

Only the salt remains. 

Iron on a broken lip.

Broken feels comfortable. 

Broken is familiar. 

Broken is home. 

I'm afraid of the sun.

Better to suffer the devil you know

Than trust yourself with things that burn.

Pas de Deux

Dancing on the wind 

Makes it hard to stay still.

All the upswept moments

All the music

Every beat

Tattooed on my heart.

Arabesque words

Bourrée thoughts

Relevé emotions

Each pulling light from dark.

Action from nothing.

More demanding than ever,

But peaceful faced. 

Joined

We could be two

That move as one

And make the wind jealous. 

 

Lightning

This?

This isn't romance. 

There are no love letters, no long looks. 

This isn't infatuation. 

There are no giggles, no day dreaming. 

This isn't forever. 

There is only right here, right now. 

This is brutal. 

This is swift. 

This is soul crushing. 

This is harsh. 

This is punishment. 

This is reward. 

Only the beauty that follows is eternal. 

Consumed

"Do it" the voice says.

How can I not listen?

There's no escaping.

"You're worthless" the voice says.

I agree. 

"If only you were prettier, people might see you" the voice says.

It's not wrong. 

"You worthless, ugly thing" the voice says.

I feel the warmth of tears threaten.

"They won't be able to ignore you now" the voice says. 

I take a deep breath. 

"Do it" the voice says.

My breath bursts from my lungs. 

"Maybe tomorrow, Voice."

Maybe tomorrow.