MeretriciousA sinkhole of foreverplay declared its own futility,Meretricious by AntoinetteGiulia
maybe in quiet reference to the sheer superfluity
of twin fertilities, her body and mine
(a subconscious breach, my body in mind).
In time i am drained of my fermented fire: my evenings expire,
having been atomized into prepositions to propositions.
Former selves surmised i'm made for this kind of faithless fission,
volitional hands deft with the slickness to
shatter that supposition:
i could never love like this,
shoved into casualty by this sickness
wearing my likeness like i really like this,
stripped of stomach lining and scraping off clothes.
i'm nose to nose with a displeasure coined
from the warped loins of what I've claimed to know.
sombriety / and disturb the comfortableyou unfortunate continent. i’ll sleep so hard that your ribs will crack.sombriety / and disturb the comfortable by ghostinafog
the tauntology of this. the hunger
for translucent vulnerability
of airport sleeves: it was never against my nature
but then it was. q.e.d.
scribbled in bathroom stalls. the empiricist
was a child gambler. i am the bitch goddess
i am the sphinx. everything i figure out,
i spit out.
the floor is lined with fallen rubik’s cubes.
you place candles at my feet
to impress me but stick matches
under nails: this is the nature of your lust.
the liberation in knowing how potent your hatred
how you will remember me.
it is the power of a sharpened stone.
i saw, and i learnedthere are several ways to voice thisi saw, and i learned by ghostinafog
but the geometry of a bridge. thrashing
crystalline fish. it is a case
of damaged magnetism they say
it is a dark maze they say and someone will greet you at the entrance
now, she gestures, watch me unravel
there is a sense of napalm in the third lane. a lining
of damp thread, animal saliva.
the woman leans on the tailgate, exhausted.
what are grey curds? skin coming off
or caked mud
as a car splashes her standing
motionless. the revolving doors
of her arms, crossed over chest, as the wire is cut.
tumbles into the back of the truck.
you were the water, snake and corner,
watchful with the wariness of all things orphaned.
in the shadow of the aircraft
all colours are muted.
now which wire is red?
this frequency is resonant:
a hard labour
Of Life and DeathTo my mindOf Life and Death by Riivka
Make my eyes a vast and empty canvas when they close, leave that canvas subject to however this physical form intends to imagine, and let me breathe peacefully.
I ask that you don't pester me with spiraling reminders of regret and resentments. Let the beauty I've been offered crawl into my skin.
Drown me in an open sea of lavender and aqua; suffocate me with the ability to appreciate.
And please, do not ever find yourself wandering in solitude.