Calamity1

this is a broken fern, a frail club, her voice - smashed and halved like pencils upon the page. this is reality - or two, or three. here they vivisect, her essence lies sliced in thirds on the autopsy tray. this is a dream - they have been here for eons. etheral, they are crocuses, they are pink & fresh against the sunset, she bows to them, rigid with her meat hook spine. this is birth - this is a fragmented scream, this is grasping fists, gaping mouths, this is heat, this is mythic, and this is - (this is death)

I. Once Upon A Time - (there were such things as fairy tales.) Now, they are dead. The good loses, the bad wins. And that is life. And that is unchangable as this dessicated garden. Once Upon A Time - (our armageddon did not end like this) but now, life goes on. This is to be expected, for this is not a fairy tale. Survival is just a word; so is death, and resignation; so is it's-all-over-now. II. He has deteriorated (and she is resigned). He has fragmented into dust, varnish and pebbly sandy aches, and she is delicate. She reminds herself religiously that love is not infinite. (Tonight, she dreams of a cafe's spindl

Stiff in the dark. Sweltering. The sweat is sliding and dripping down my skin, salt sprinkles on my eyelids licked off by a warm damp tongue. Skin tears. Sweat and salt. Too dark in here. My breath is invading this space, too much breath for so little air. Can't move. Can't feel. My legs. My legs? Where are my legs? Oh god, my legs, I can't feel my - Cease your ranting, silly girl. A voice, a voice in my head in the dark in the space. Oh, thank God, I'm not alone here, I'm not. Wait - weight. On my body, another. Taking my air, taking my space. But no breath, nonbreather across my knees. Hello, oh god, hello, no, I can hear my own ragged pa

The Sun unzips the Earth, the Moon, the Sea, And bares the tender skin of Truth to taste; We tremble in delight and use our vicious teeth To tear; ah, this is love, handcuffed in sweat and lace. And yet, this winter veil draped across your cheek Reverberates; the gruesome shadows meet And leave a scar, a silent starlike streak Of lovers lost, forbidden fruits to eat. And so we spiral, hand in burning hand, A galaxy of light, a scorching sky, An incandescence twining in the sand Of countless oceans drowned within your eyes; In this eclipse I kiss your lissom lips. (We sink into the lie, but Earth forgives.)

Oh Hollywood hello, I still remember chewing champagne glasses like ice and watching blood from our tongues running 'tween our lips, our teeth pearls in the mouth of glory, of beauty of fantasy and fame. I still recall a twirl upon a stage carpeted with roses; dressed in silver and faux fur stoles we blew cupid kisses at the masses. I remember how we clinked long-stemmed cups of sparkling drinks and chortled at the false adoration, lighting cigarettes in ivory holders and our lipstick bled through the napkins when we blotted the alcohol from our lips. I step upon a stage of auld and where roses once bent and broke now are crea

I don't want these forks & knives, these bitter things spearing raw with seraph lances. I want to see these empty plates ceramic & screeching, nails running with a squeal along the porcelain, along your back. I don't want this blackened meat, this spiced & salted flesh sliding excellently down my throat onto the floor, dropping out my back hollowed like unseelie queens. I don't want those luscious lips those gnawing teeth & nipping grip ripping up fairy-wing skin thin & bruised. I don't want your fucking eyes & worried tone, splitting skin on spare bones, the spoons lay silver gutted on the tile floor. Oh, I'm hollow, your ho