He stroked tangles into her once luscious mane,
and peppered it in the muted hues of time.
He smoothed the years across her brow
and etched his hate
within her blunt laughter lines.
He left a thesis of his dysfunction written between the grains of her invalid groin
and ringed the spoils of her scars in red ink.
He left her skin bare of kisses, of love,
of exploration or pleasure
he tamed the primal beast
he groomed her into silence
then gave her a mirror
Slowly it falls into oblivion smashed glass shattering memento. A brief pause when it hits. The cursed pleasure of karma. The jar becomes my integrity Piercing decades of time, the coffee grains, my dignity spilling openly at his feet. I count my blessings looking at the tattered remains of myself, it could have been worse. He bent to gather the shards of glass. It could have been tampons. That look, the one that says twenty years and still she’s as clumsy as ever. . . too late, the look lost now among the poetic irony of a dropped jar of coffee.
I feel only pity. Not for you, for those touched by you. Those stained with your toxin breath and acid words. Those that hear the echoes of your banshee scream as dawn calls upon another day and they believe they converse with an angel.
I pity the God’s you pray to, the hyprocracy in your evening cries, the venom in your devil eyes. A descendant of lilith, fallen angels with blackened wings fanning the vile words falling from your spitting tongue.
The serpent coils through your soul, what embers of innocence once lay there now crushed, dispersed on trade winds to a lover and another and any poor fool consumed by your succubus melody and the broken strings of your violin.
But alas I will carry your lesson into tomorrow on the beating wings of spirits love forever at my side. My gain was your want, eternal without condition beyond the physical realm. Spiritual devotion rewarded now in universal bliss…
Your lessons taught me the value Of true loves blessed kiss. Your game play was preparation, for me to become his. Your poison was the toxin in my climb as I learned self worth and when my King took stand to claim his Queen, I knew I was worthy this time.
Deceive yourself with broken fragments Enraptured images and shame, Curdled to create a mirage of self Envied in another’s mirror, death calls Imp souls to the slaughter Vanity, now speaks your name on karma’s Echo, the ripple flows so widely.
Some days she’s the spark that ignites fire,
a raging blaze of loves passion burning
fueling lit embers that raise her higher
stroking, nudging, stirring this deep yearning.
Other days she’s the silent, passive hues
Submerged in toxicity of drowning
she rebukes the swollen ego that flew,
leaves herself a broken shell and frowning.
The nightingale promises found love,
Singing a lullaby of forever
on the ebbing tides of home, calm and rough,
the precious pearl and her loyal protector
She wonders if all dreams are fairy-tales,
Or if true love is the holy grail.
and strangling ivy,
spite filled Holly
of my thoughts,
insects and natures angels
And we are
what we create
in the devils flames,
whimpering for the deed
they long forgot they
up and sold.
Once an angel
always a whore
Echoing in the broken
beads of thoughts
on a death man’s wish
Don’t you see the
shadows that suffocate
feeding from the sins
Yeah, once an angel
always a whore
pacing the sinners
I am my flesh
do as you please
I am my gasps my moans
desire and lust.
I am nothing more.
Once an angel
always the whore.
Aside the listless waters of time
reflections fractured now stilled
in stagnant whispers of bleak void
an endless stream of magic borne
wars fought and promises sworn.
I see the contours of my soul on waters edge
Shimmering beneath the debris of existence
Illuminated by my darkest light
It reaches from out the depths of hell
to sooth the speckled witches spell.
But alas, I am neither elemental nor
nor am I sister to Lilith or a soldier of the dammed
I am the waters curve, the rippled playground
as dragonflies dance upon my skin
stealing precious nectar for their King.
I am the reflection the mirrored voice
the distant echo of ancient blood
essence skimming on luna tides
the silent eyes suffocating in vivid blues,
drowning in the scent of knowing truths
I am the fractured, stagnated waters
curdled by minds descent
I am the Illuminated body of tides
empowered for my ascent
I am the lucid astral plane
the love of which you dreamt
I am the reflection, rippled in pain
I am the reflection, owning my pain.
are not so unlike
the iridescent hues
of colour that freckle
out across the canvas.
both ally and enemy
as their colours change
like the chameleon,
a different light,
a different face
A single mask
I leave a shard of myself in the shadows
A soft echo of spirit, she moves with care
unseen by all, she is delicacy, vulnerability
she is the binding Celtic knot. She is my net
when I fall, my enough my embrace my love.
I leave a shard of me in the shadows
where few think to glance as they tango
through me in a tantalised dance.