Submissions by HellBellsPixie (Luna Belle)

In a world of scattered books,
I must say your clean cut pages caught me in the throat.
—Torn edges cut sharp by razors edge.
Paper cut kisses leave me with cherry red ecstasy on my tongue.
Your pages wrap me in a cocoon
As your dark truths leap at me
From corners you've folded to hide from view.
Your fairytale lies coat your story so silkily
Like concubine legs in a royal bed.
Such a soldier in your battle worn armor!
You speed off into the night carrying your burdens
Weighing heavier than all the mail in the world. ...

The cords finally snapped,
Flailing backward into the hands of gravity.
An already fragile creation is shattering against the weight of only air.
Freedom suddenly feels heavy enough to anchor the earth from turning.
The days trudge onward as the dams fall and flood,
With the last angels wading through the muck of the damned.
It's a baptism of madness, and we are not redeemed.
Sad eyes and empty hearts are feeding on the lining of shriveled stomachs.
Hungry souls aching for rest.
If the end is coming, I'll take my flogging if it means this...

I'm left with pieces—
Broken shards and tattered shreds of skin.
Hands clutching what's left of an empty battlefield.
All my foes have become ghosts, and my allies stand frozen behind the glass.
Standing here, I see that my war is an encased display.
I stand here feeling naked and afraid,
Alone with no armor or weapon.
All of my valiant mottos have failed me,
And my bravado has run scared into the night.
There's nothing left here for me...
I'm only half the woman I started to be.

I said I didn't mean to,
And truthfully I didn't.
Although, I must admit
That I love the way you melt under my tongue,
Breathing deep that cherry sweet smell
A wonderful haze we escape into.

I said I didn't mean to,
But I love the way you cry out
When I sink my teeth into your chest,
Salivate such a taste of surrender,
And kiss your wounds
Before I disappear into the night.

What if I could learn to live between these lines?
To paint my soul with the colors of a sunset horizon?

I amble between heavy sighs
I've grown tired of this soulless abomination living in my bathroom mirror—
My new hole to hide from the world outside.
Begging everyone to let me lie in peace.

There's safety in retreating to the grey areas.
A perfect storm cloud to float into nothing.

What if I learn to live between these blurred lines?
But What if I drift away on the ticking hands of time?

What if!
What if! ...