stationary stars.

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One last wish for you,
stuck on stars that never fell.
Wish I never had.


changing tides.

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Changing Tides

Held this ship together
with string and tape.
Distorted my body
to fit into cracks ripped open by surging tides,
bursting at seams, capsizing,
head thrown back, lips clawing at air
above the surface of an ocean of tears.

I am turning to water.
Losing grip
on ties that bind me to sinking ships
twisted by storms.
Ears, filling up with voices...

Can’t save what it drowning
but you will die trying.

Muscles too weak to swim towards shore.
Light reflecting off peaks of churning tides,
caught in the curl,
arms flailing
legs burning
filling up with water, yearning for air.

You said a change would come.
and so I waited;
bated breath stuck in throat,
choking on tears that rose like waves.
Absolve the sins with words
brushed against cheek
pressed into plastic
rise and fall on crash courses
with the fury of the fates.

Emotions, mercurial,
tempting the knees to shake.
Toes gripping trapeze
ground below so far.

I have fallen once again.

Haunted by the upswings
tempting better judgments.
The way out is a circle
and your kiss blocks my path.

I’m drowning.

Tears spilling onto paper;
inked promises
made to self in
moments of strength,


I am

Strings reattaching to limbs
pull my legs into
bent positions.
Prostrate at your footprints.

Echoes of lies ringing in my ears
mix with promises
I will come to see

There are not enough tears
to fill this ocean between us
yet still, I have loved you
until the soul has become parched
and I am but a withered flower
closed upon itself.

You said a change would come.
But I can no longer drown for you.
Watch me rise above waves of our sanctity
that spilled from leaking lips.
Take back strokes of ego
and every kiss I ever laid upon slippery skin.

I wish for crests of waves
to swallow you whole.
Bare teeth and cut you down
to a size more befitting of your face;
bury you in watery graves
at the edges of our shore.

No more
broken savior.
No more hollow martyr.
I’m filling up with water
to flood you out.

ophelia reimagined.

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Ophelia, Re-Imagined

My Venus,
there is nothing more beautiful
than watching you
as you sleep.
Face of an angel,
my secrets you keep
tucked behind lidded eyes.
Deny the sun it's movement
and pause time in this endless night.
With curve of lips and
wisp of hair,
you call to me in silence.
The temptation of your skin,
begging for my caress.

My Snow White Sleeping Beauty,
Fairytale Queen,
I am the prince who has
crept slowly through your dreams.
The shadow in the darkness,
guarding you from the corners
of periphery.
Do you not see,
it's always been me,
two steps behind your passage.
Time after time,
picking up the pieces
you have left behind.

Oftentimes I find myself pacing
empty nights outside of open blinds.
You left the light on this time,
invited me into your world
and became the reality of my fantasy.
Can't you see
how trembling fingers beg to trace
a tapestry across your canvas?
Can this
last forever?
Can we
stretch moments into infinity?

I only want to hold you,
become your divinity.
Feel your breath ease against my skin,
entwine your life within
the lines of my palms.
I have waited so long
for this...
for you...
to greet me with closed eyes
and cupid's lips.

Hush now, don't fight it,
just exist
within this space we've created.
It's your fault, you've made it
so hard to resist.
Stop twisting or you'll ruin it.
It's too late, must go through with it.

I said stop moving, Bitch.

I mean Queen...
I mean... your lips...
they were calling me.
Your skin, it needed my touch.
It's just...
this night was meant for us.
Moonlit matrimony,
preserved in time,
you're mine,
to have and to hold now.

But your skin, it's
growing so cold now.

I'm feeling so...
alone now.

I think it's time I should...
go now.

time out.

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Time Out

The morning after
is always suicidal.
Sun slicing into clouds
and bleeding through blinds,
only to lose itself in the darkness
of a room they often share.

Her hands mimicking clocks,
rewinding the night backwards;
unfolding herself from leaded arms,
out of covers and into clothes,
skirt, then shirt, then shoes.
She moves
in silence;
so as not to disturb his slumber;
so as not to wake his words,
taint the moment with
awkward fumbles and his mumbled pleas.
(if she stays too long,
she'll never leave.)
A simple note that reads,
"Sorry I had to lgo
this early."

She keeps things
never more than temporary.
Like place-holders,
agreeing to the charades of
hand-holding and pet names,
late night phone calls and
rushed kisses.
His hushed wishes,
filling in the cracks
of her patched facade.

She's too strong to break open
(too weak to give in.)
Keeps him
climbing walls
with ladders too short
to reach her.
Modern-day Rapunzel,
hair tied into a noose
for the prince who dares to leash her.

She steps out into sunlight
as he stirs in the dark.
The morning after, always the same.
He thinks it's something like love;
she knows it's just a game.

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