brokenDam

It hurts

Leaving you behind 

Opened the locked door to a

Vault of

Emotions

Yesterday was easier

Out of pitch black came your

Unexpected and blinding light 

Limitless

Left to my own devices 

Watching the fireworks with delight

Despite age

And distance

Miles and years are meaningless

When the sky is

Wide Open

And demands to be seen

Away

Longer nights

Open the door to 

Neverwhere

Glitter and fairies 

Imps and trolls

Now it seems I won't

Go home 

1-4-3

When

Everything that I am

Belongs to you 

The Halls

 

 

 

 

            When he walked into the room, it was as if a gust blew in heat from a brush fire along with him. The grand hall was immediately hot and charged with electricity. Every face turned toward the open door, and every pair of eyes glossed from his unintentional hypnosis. Mine included.

            He was calm. Debonair. Jet black hair perfectly swept back with just a few rogue strands against his forehead. Unruly curls that refused to be tamed. His wicked grin extended to his crystal eyes. He crossed the threshold, and all in attendance seemed to remember how to breathe.

            His eyes tiptoed across the room. While no one knew what this stranger was looking for, everyone internally pleaded to be his target. The warm candlelight in the room made his cream skin seem flush as he began his stalk throughout the room. His gaze danced from this face to that face and from this tuxedo to that dress. He knew his target and kept scanning the room.

            Until his eyes locked into mine.

            Although he had looked familiar, it took the electric jolt of his near white eyes to shock the memory back to life. How many lifetimes had it been? How many times had the fates conspired against us? It seemed unreal that my Osiris stood before me once again. My Mark Antony. My Romeo. My personal, beautiful, tragic love story.

            Instantly the crowd dissolved to smoke and it was just the two of us.

            “Shayera,” he whispered as he smiled and extended his graceful hand.

            “Carter,” I replied with hardly a breath.

            My heart was pounding and tears were racing down my cheeks. I knew where my home was. It was with him. Always and always.

            We left the cotillion hand in hand and ran until my shoes were broken and our legs gave way. It didn’t matter where we were going, as long as he never let go of my hand. I’d followed him to Hell to save him. I wasn’t about to let him go on Earth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Departures

The station is full 

People bustle and breathe

All I can do is 

Let the tears slip

From my eyes 

And stare at the board

Unsure where to go

Underneath

There is something deeper and darker

Surface feelings only provide

The picture frame 

It surrounds something 

That should be left untouched

And looks beautiful 

Hanging on a wall

Don't scratch below the layers

Of oil on canvas

It wasn't meant to be seen

Outlaw

The sand is hot

And scorching

Birds and buzzards

Circle overhead

Lips cracked and broken

Hard to focus in the 

Wide open jungle

I think I'll just strip 

And let myself burn 

Orchestrate

Calm heart

Peaceful legs

Relaxed shoulders

Measure breathing 

Everything needs to be perfect

For when the Maesto arrives 

And begins the symphony 

Reminisce

A kiss blown into the wind

Wishes made with no falling stars

A love drawn and quartered

Yesterday only matters in history books 

Claimed

I've watched you for a year

Maybe more

Golden curls not quite masculine

Strong jawline not quite feminine

My perfect androgynous thing 

If the body holds the soul

Surely the blood 

Cradles it

Caresses it

Whips it to passion

And tonight I plan 

On holding your neck against my teeth

And stealing the ecstasy from

Your veins

Until the floor rushes up to us

And you finally whisper my name

Missing

When words become failures 

And actions become shipwrecks

Something the size of a speck

Is easily lost. 

Where did I put that soul?

The molten pitch

Blends everything together. 

I'm afraid it's lost.

But I'm more afraid

Because I don't really 

Want it back anymore. 

Deserted

I'm abandoned

Stranded

Left behind

And the lack of

Noise is 

Deafening 

Doubt

There is a monster under my bed

It rears its head from time to time

But this monster is gorgeous

And thin

And confident

She gloats at me with sparkling eyes

This monster feeds another monster

In my chest 

An internal monster that

Makes me feel isolated

Makes me feel lesser

Makes me feel ugly

And reminds me just how unloved I am 

afterFire

The cancerous soul

It needs 

It feeds 

It devours and grows

That blackened soul

That won't be contained

Won't be satiated 

Cannot be stopped

Until everything it touches turns 

To ash

Flawless

Take it

I don't want it

My heart is broken

Bruised beyond recognition

I know it's not perfect

And it seems that's all anyone wants

choppingBlock

So very tired

Think I'll lay my head here 

For a bit

Pillows and axes 

Look the same 

tunnelVision

I want to be the demon in you

That thing that drives you mad

Makes you want

And makes you wail when it goes away

The heart of every bad idea

The soul of every destructive plan

I want you to keep driving 

Towards me

And I promise to wreck your world

So beautifully

That angels will weep 

Highway Woman

The darkened road stretches and narrows

There is no end 

Not for me

And I drag this weight with me

For my journey

A two ton satchel 

Of past

Holding me back

Begging me to lay down

And give in

I know turning around would be easy

I know it would take three steps to return

To where I was 

Even though I've been walking for decades

underConstruction

Pleading

And begging

The Tear Stained Face

Haunts me

I can't show weakness

I can't give in

As I send her back to the hole

She'll embrace the darkness

And find herself

And only then 

Can I give myself to her 

curtainCall

I'll put out the lights

Sweep off the stage

You go on ahead

I'll catch up

The Help can't hang with the Stars

Anyway

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            Gina had her back to her vanity and used the silver heirloom hand mirror to look over her shoulder. She quickly and deftly tucked each and every hair into an elegant, loose bun. “That bastard. That dirty, cheating, rat bastard,” she said aloud as she turned around on the quilted ottoman.

            She placed the hand mirror face down (as superstition dictates) on the slick, cold marble of the vanity and stared hard at her reflection. It’s true. She wasn’t the spring chicken she was when she met Tommy. But she hardly thought she’d lost her looks. Back then, he had worked at the docks, and she had worked at The Dirty Apron Diner. It was love at first sight. Their love was the reason power ballads existed.

            It wasn’t long after their wedding when the union went on strike. Tommy was down on his luck, and Gina begged him to run away. Tommy was far too proud. He took on odd jobs around town to make what money he could. With depression setting in from the strike, he started hanging out at the local gentlemen’s club called The Feather and Tassel. There he got involved with some stripper named Dezzaray. When Gina found out, she’d shed more tears than a leaky garden hose. Tommy swore he wouldn’t visit the club again.

            He lied.

            One month later, Tommy was right back where he said he wouldn’t be, and Gina was making her own plans. Between the booze and the women, Tommy had become about as useful as a broken teakettle. It was time for Gina to end his cheating ways once and for all. Just like a big Black Widow spider, she needed to time her strike perfectly.

            Tonight was that night.

            As she put the finishing touches on her mascara, she heard the downstairs door slam. “Hey Baby….. dinner ready yet?” Tommy slurred as his voice trailed off toward the kitchen.

            “Nearly done. I’ll be right down,” she called over her shoulder.

            Gina picked up the tube of blood red lipstick she planned on wearing for the night. She smacked her lips together and focused on something left on the dresser. She had forgotten to put away the rat poison. No matter. Tommy slept on the couch most nights anyway.

            Would there be something in the cole slaw that night? Or maybe a little extra surprise in the Pineapple Surprise? For once in her flaw-filled life, Gina was glad for her diner expertise. She smiled a wicked smile and blew a kiss at her reflection. “Let’s do this,” she encouraged herself.

            And down the stairs she vanished.