TouchedWithFire

The finality of roses, of flowers left to brush your lips, lips that would laugh and speak hushed secrets bravely into a camera lens to share across worlds, I put a rose in a cup because you always made me laugh and I want you to drink deep and taste sugar on the petals, between the pink and blue - unlike so many pills that we'd swallow in silent wars inflicting battles on wartorn bodies to remain unwon, unfought to wake and fight again, restless every morning, every hour, every twilight spent alone holding cups of coffee emptied that were softly filling with love. To see you finding grain instead of liquid, like so many drops of sand or s

Breathe in, breathe out Slow and deep Breathe in, breathe out You need to sleep. Breathe in, breathe out Nothing is wrong Breathe in, breathe out You need to stay calm. Breathe in, breathe out Anxiety, go away Breathe in, breathe out It'll all be okay. Breathe in, breathe out Just clear your mind Breathe in, breathe out You'll be fine. Breathe in, breathe out Just a few more times Breathe in, breathe out Just close your eyes.

I’m afraid you’re going to lose me To this invisible enemy I’m afraid I will certainly fall To what I cannot see at all I’m afraid I’m just too weak No matter how loud I shriek I’m afraid I am only to lose To this tightening mental noose I’m trying to put this blade down But I can’t-or I won’t-no matter Designed to struggle and drown Trust me, this way’s just better. Because Ahead is a road of meds Stuck in this unstable head Covered in a sticky dread My world dyed red as I said “Then I’ll just drop dead!” In the hopes that I’ll then shed this chemical th

Sleep I refuse to surface. I will turn my limbs into fins, layer my skin with scales. I will slit my throat, such delicate gills. Down here, they are mutable, shifting, first whale then urchin, all spine and stomach. Up there, air and light fossilize, a trilobite caught in stone.

We are two skeletons hugging silhouetted bone against bone against rib. Painted fingertips matchsticking to chopstick wrists, slotting in to Jenga-brick-towers of sadness and all-the-King’s-horses. We fall Down into darkness and despair, far from rooks and men. High in ivory babels of our own making – lofts from whence we locked innocence and ice princesses away in infancy. Unlearning how to bear pain how to feel and what it means for hearts to crack and melt bleed, and heal. We are afraid Of those gentle white Humpty egg rows of pearls in our fallopian webs; Precious dew dropping, hush! to our thighs. Soft, gelatinous cons

Strapped An “X”, old fashioned crucifixion Each arm, each leg strapped down, the ICU, a morphine drip, a clear tube winding into my arm. They bored 4 holes into my head, craters. Their silver tools pricked and prodded, but still delicate, an insect’s antennae sensing the air. But there is no air on the moon. I want to float from these needles and nurses, the unease of their kind hands. I am pocked and dead earth, I can only reflect what is living.

You! Necrophile of broken hearts Slithering closer til you're barely apart From the girl you have set your slippery s(l)ights on. Easy-peeling dreams away from reality You need causality proven for junctions of mind and soul And to know she is a (w)hole Before you tear her down Twisting her round so she doesn't Feel her way up You bastard of predator and victim. You are what the world has made you, But you use that excuse To wreak havoc Unlock the discord and strife Male Eris, Loki, all that is chaos What is your pay-off? Fulfillment of your sick desires? Burning people down in fires That scream down the sky Silently. A violent aurora boreali

You know that feeling the split second before you fall? That moment of pure terror. Because you don't quite know what's going on, what's going to happen, or how it's going to end. You know that feeling when your heart aches? When barbed wire wraps itself around your heart squeezes, and doesn't let go? Do you know that feeling, when you know something bad is going to happen. But you can't stop it? With every fiber in you, you try to make it better, but nothing happens. There's nothing you can do. Now imagine this, all that fear, pain, and helplessness crumpled up into one big ball of never ending insanity. It's not fun. It'