Submissions by WickedQueenOfPersi (Eloise)

i taste like chocolate, roses and black pepper,
caffeine in the bloodstream,
i might have inhaled you,
like cocaine, red wine and lust.

lie down, baby,
and take my fingers one by one,
call them delicate
trace my bones,
let's meld them into heartache,
climb into our mouths and
dance down in the pouring,
lukewarm
rain.

i love the milky mornings
connect letters to meanings,
littered and dragging in the daylight -
i'm ten to ten in delhi,
beneath storms and lovers,
burying my bones with sweet nothings.
...

It is my saving grace
It makes nothing happen
But we are all too fucked to care
our eyes are glazed in city lights
falling onto us in tarnished rainbows.
Seeking recognition when all I need
is coffee and music to raise the
floor and set my spirit free, the
realisation that I am strength
I am power, I am life,
I am passion - see -
I talk about sex I've not had, fags I've never smoked
and guys I haven't met
so I can expose my flaws to the
world
Failing to revise because my pen is about to
die and all
I care about are the...

Did you know that if you were to take that silver scalpel
and run it between my breasts
and peel back my skin,
that instead of a thoracic cavity, you would find blackened drift-wood offerings,
whittled stair-rails confused with bacchantine offerings, vines engraved so deeply in my venous system that I may as well swap blood for wine?
It's all the same anyway. The burning, I mean.
The sunlight creates a halo I am undeserving of. It comes and goes like the pulse inside my head, the curve of my neck, the throbbing of my chest.
You know, of course, you were far too...