madame

a clawless cat and a wolverine

hand in hand

teeth to teeth

shedding skin

blindfolded agony

seeking shelter

in the night

tail friction, an edgeless must

nothing but yellow moss left behind

she purrs and whispers

licking the salt off his fur

he gently bites

teaching her how to howl

Will you be there when I fall?

Kiss me goodnight. Kiss me on a good night.

It's easy for her to forget she is more than an echo of a heartbeat, a thought that got away. If she was given a body and a life, what is it you want her to do with them? I don't think she can pretend she is human any longer.

If this in-between state of dwelling is her destiny, don't tease her with promises you can't keep. It is making her sea-sick. And you know how hard it is to travel with nausea wrapped around your heart. It makes joy almost impossible.

Walk.Write.Wait.

The craving never stops. It gets louder, but never changes color.
She is only a shadow. A projection of a thought.

She shifts between depths breathless and shapeless. Nightfall perpetuates all hidden lusts.
Hunger doesn't live here anymore.

Blood drips from her nose as she waits for a pink future.

I talk to planets

"Where were you?"
"Learning how to live."
"I meant yesterday. What were you doing?"
"Scraping the bottom of my heart for inspiration. Looking for a forgotten hurt that might want to be verbalized."
"I don't understand."
"You never will. "
"Are you o.k.?"
"Peachy."

beef

I have this perverse desire to be submerged in raw meat.
Safety. Passionless oblivion. All my desires chilled to a temperature of a cold dead animal. Muffled heartbeat. Eyes drowned in tissue. No room for doubts.
There should be no harm in my affection.
Or your kiss.

misfit

It was the shadow that touched me, not the real flesh...and a tinny whisper that brought me into a state of yearning, not a real voice. It was an imaginary glow that made me sit down, not an actual beating of the heart and it was me who stuffed my mouth with false cravings, not the blushing cheeks that ran away.
I'll try not to go too deep this time. Just a bit over my knees.

mellow is the night

She can still taste his smell. It moves around her teeth like a soft desire and no amount of tea can wash it down. She tries to keep her cravings behind a wall, but they have a tendency to escape when she wears pretty shoes and lipstick.