Submissions by starlight-silence

It so hard to say she needs drama. But she lives for the thrill of another spill. Another spill. Putting up this front of aloofness, she wants to be one of them. Those cool kids. You know who she means - the glitzy, reebok’n, chain-smokin’, pot-headed beautiful disasters that walk the streets past midnight…

And tonight, in an alleyway she was baptized with the words “she’s one of us.” Smoking a cigarette to the stars, she shared in the rite of passage as she became totally one with her mask.

One hundred lies, one hundred scandals, one hundred texts later and she’s not...

Red strings cover fingers bent over work
Bones like bruised book-spines torn
By paper in a series of stamped letters
From the right hand the words were born
Delicate and naked as butterfly wings
Received by the unwilling flower head
Petals bend with the arrival of the letter
Delivered in the Beekeeper’s stead
With droplets of red, that made up the rings
Around bent fingers that diligently form
Fervent feelings that transform,
Curling like smoke the ink leeks out
A psychosis of its own device.
Who ever thought that paper so thin...

I am broken open and spread
A juicy pomegranate to be bled
Into hungry mouths I’m fed
Running over lips in
Long narrow drips,
My fruity liquid slips
Like a ruby red wine.
The curvature of my spine
Bends with the design
Of the palm of your hand
While the moon resides on your ceiling and
Glow-stick-stars stare down firsthand
Ravenous eyes seem to understand
All that was once despised
By ripe pulp and soft thighs
Has been suddenly apprised
Hopefully you will handle the sin
Pulsing from my seeds within
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