I’m afraid.”
“Of what?”
SIX WORDS (9/29/14)

human treasure.

the only diamonds
I desire are the
crystallized tears
of all my enemies,
fossils formed from
the collected pain
of astral antagonists

riches are measured
in jewels of wisdom,
trinkets of romance
and a glittering
sense of self
that no thief
can make away with

my womb is full
of blood and rubies,
my skull lined
with raw amethyst;
the only precious
metal I might keep
is a sharpened dagger

I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.
Charles Baudelaire (via moonsiren)

new sunlight pushes
against my spine;
another day is born,
and it beckons
my attention,
but all I can
think about
is the force that
exerts itself from
your hands to
my begging hips.

run your hands along
my frayed edges and tell me
of the flaws you feel

She calls it skin;
the thin parchment
she wraps around herself
to keep her insides in.
But she tears so easily.
She is dried out and
so brittle,
and all I can do is watch
as she burns.
giraffevader - Everything becomes ashes (via giraffevader)
People who claim that they’re evil are usually no worse than the rest of us… It’s people who claim that they’re good, or any way better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of.
 Gregory MaguireWicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West (via feellng)

final harvest.

sunsets passed quietly
like glowing nomads,
the ripening continued

veins flowing with nectar,
skin perfected by light

wait for it,
a proper moment exists

first bites don’t come often,
let yourself salivate

eyes may as well
be hanging from the tree,
they rarely look away
while the hunger is growing

sweet, sticky anticipation
falls from the branch
to your hands

do you savor the moment,
or puncture perfection
with your teeth?

sing my name,
and feel your voice crack -
is it hard to swallow, now?
I almost like it 
when you choke yourself
for my attention.

one moment, please.. that's the last of it. descend further.