Catalyst

The touch burns

Like fire

Across my flesh 

A fingertip that

Creates or destroys

And all I can do is watch

As my heart 

Is bound to you 

Drowning Alice

No where left to turn

The bottle empty

The razor dull

Deaf ears can't repeat gossip

Blind eyes don't see pain

It's a miserable existence 

Without you

Maybe the oxygen

Will betray me as well

See It Matches

No way to show you

My insides

To prove they outshine

What you can see

Hidden in the rough 

The greatest treasure 

You've never seen 

Hollow

Make me feel

Make me believe

I'm not surrounded by nothingness

Make me hear

Make me see

There's someone to save me 

Make me confident

Make me understand  

Your hand is always available

Make me bloom

Make me beautiful

Make me 

Yours

Thrash

I hear the thunder. 

I smell the incoming storm. 

Do your worst, my love. 

forbiddenFruit

All the things 

I am dying to say

The unseen raging river below

The icecap

A million words for 

What I feel 

The dam 

The Pandora's Box 

The sealing wax 

Has cracked

It takes all my

Silent strength and willpower 

To cradle the knowledge

Deep in my chest

And keep it to myself 

Unsaid

But what if she died?

I never told her the depth

Of my affection. 

crazyDiamond

Sparkle you diamond

Do your best 

To catch his eye

You're tiny

You're buried 

There's little chance 

Of being found

But shine your hardest

And miracles happen

Invaders

I can hear them

Scratching at the door 

Rattling the window

The demons are trying to 

Invade once more 

You're not enough 

Pretty enough

Smart enough 

Funny enough

Only wanted by demon

And devils

As a plaything 

For evil 

digitalFootprint

Quickened heartbeat

The joy of seeing you

The thrill of hearing you

The tidal wave of emotion

That threatens to crush

Also rebuilds 

It's real

It powerful 

Until it vanishes

With you 

sharedPossession

Paint me your color

Rich reds 

Vibrant violets

Make me your instrument 

Soaring strings

Blaring brass

Touch my silk

Taste my salt

Breathe in the perfume

Let me overwhelm you

Let me possess you

And I'll give it back to you 

In ways you can't imagine 

In ways you won't forget

Until you can't let go either 

neverFree

I forgot you 

For five minutes 

My heart was free

The shackle was broken

My wings stretched wide

For five minutes 

I felt human

I felt alive 

I felt valuable

Until I remembered my jailer

And the cell door

Closed one more 

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               Boomer struggled for breath as she wrapped her fingers around the chain link. While trying to recover her lungs, she glanced over her shoulder and felt the relief of being alone. She’d outrun them once more. There was no way she was ever going to be bullied into wearing that flannel onesie that smelled like half a jar of dill pickles was spilled down its front through the middle school halls again. They’d caught her once, and it took an entire bottle of hand sanitizer to get the smell off of her skin.

                After school, she would always run here. The Sandlot. It was her private paradise. Abandoned for years, the overgrown field barely resembled the glory that had been. The brick half-wall that marked the home run dividing line was crumbling. Most of the red bricks were worn and split in two. The pitcher’s mound was barely a bump. The base path was covered in spearmint. Boomer was in heaven.

                She wiggled her way through the gate. The latch was rusty, and one end was snapped off and secured with wire. Boomer didn’t even bother with it, since she was tiny enough to slip through the opening. And she made her way to the mound.

                Boomer could hear the announcer: AND NOW, REPRESENTING YOUR BARTONVILLE BOUNTY HUNTERS… BOOMER “THE KID” JENKINS! She comes in with an ERA of 1.00 and the meanest 12-6 curve ball you’ve ever seen. Looking to make the final out against the visiting Bronze Wombats of Willow Creek. This could be the most pressure The Kid has been under. Will she get this final out of the game?

                Boomer took her spotlight center stage. She grabbed the rosin bag and bounced it in her palm. The dust floated like an angelic cloud around her hand. She let the bag drop, straightened her hat, and leaned forward.

                She shook off the first two signs and then nodded. She settled into her stance. Lightning quick, she unloaded a 98 mph fast ball right down the middle. Caught the batter looking. Strike one.

                The routine started again, and she tried for the inside of the plate. Foul tip. Strike two.

                Down to the final strike, Boomer knew how to finish him off. The sign was made. Her smirk was her reply. The set up. The release. And an absolutely filthy sinker left the batter swinging at air. Strike three. Game over. Series winners.

                Boomer threw her glove in the air and waited for the mob of teammates. For two minutes, nothing else mattered. Tomorrowdidn’t matter. The future didn’t matter. There was no way to know that her fortune would be secured by trading a tiny pink USB flash drive full of pictures of the District Attorney holding double ended purple jelly dildos and wearing black leather Domme shoes. That was a future far away.

                Right now, Boomer was just enjoying her Gatorade ice bath from her team, and enjoying the power of imagination.

 

Missing

Night falls again

The dark couldn't be 

Any darker

And yet it's colder somehow

I'm nothing special 

No standout

It's hard to see a shadow

In shade

It's impossible to tell

When something is gone

If it never existed