Stories

Love and Other Things

UNTITLED.

The words went away with you.

With your last breath, you took them.

My life stopped

When yours did,

And now a shell has been roaming my world.

There is nothing in these veins.

UNTITLED.

I can't breathe here.

It's like I'm waking up into a pillow you're pressing against my face,

And it's you.

And I think I should scream,

But you're killing me so incandescently that maybe I'll lie here awhile

And watch your eyes gleam,

You monster.

BLISS.

“Your body is perfection;

It’s best that we hide it.”

So he found me a cloak

And we wrapped me inside it.

“Your fingers are graceful,

Your hands are sublime.”

So he found me a hammer

And smashed one at a time.

“Your hair is so luscious.

I know others- they covet.”

So he found me some scissors

And each lock we then chopped.

“Your voice is like music,

Like an angel or siren.”

So he found me a lighter

And my throat we set fire in.

“Your face is pure beauty-

Surely others you will seek.”

So he found me a dagger

And ripped open both my cheeks.

“Your spirit is so free

But you need to be tamed.”

So he found me a harness

And as he tied me he claimed:

“Now your beauty is mine;

Forever blissful we shall be,

And when you look in the mirror

All you will see is me.”

TRYING TO WRITE.

My stomach gnaws

Like some phantom jaws

Are tearing me open.

My grief is alive.

An animal.

HE MADE ME MAD.

Sweetheart,

I think I'm losing my mind.

Those frenzied little circles

I still find myself spinning in

Keep multiplying.