Wavering in Dark Places

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The ground was cold on the night

Foe became more than friend

The leaves fell from the trees

And your tarnished hands

So softly held the last flower

In bloom

But your hands hold no water

And the sun

Is yet to be seen.

And just like every beautiful

Offspring

It choked in your grasp

If I could place you in the recess

Of my memory

Trap you in the insanity of my mind

Tighten the grip

Thirsty, crawling

And celebrate

Dancing in your anguish

Me and my demons

Prancing

Revolving,

Prepared to feed with lustful eyes

And the needs of a lonely lover.

Cumbersome Jewelry

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I liked you better as a picture

Wrapped safely around my neck

In your gold locket

I lie resting through my day

Lying in my silk

Aquarium, fat children

 tapping on the glass

waiting for starvation

to cause my bones to wither

and the skin to tear

than as a charm

pulling me by my wrist

I am alive

But I pray for death

Your mind is perverse

Running through the ways

You can bring me out to sea

My cherished lead bracelet

I try to swim

But I’m drowning

 and I wait on the ocean floor

I’m still drowning.