The RevivalThrough glass gates, through purple doors, thirteen handshakes, thirteen how are you’s. “I’m fine” on my march to the cushioned pews to partake in traditions I caught three years ago, psalms to a savior I no longer know, sermons from rich white men I’ve heard before, words that reap amens and hallelujahs from the choir and sow stillborn seeds in my stillborn heart.The Revival
Through each station, legs drag heavier
toward my place in the church, away from the preachers who turn from my black cracking lips, away from the elders who turn from my black crucifix, away from the friends
TransfigurationThe world began when emerald twins rained light on night, unlocked rusty eyes from a dreamless sleep. With one word, she blew away foliage clogged in my ears, taught my brain a new rhythm with a lighter pitch. With one touch, she dove through old sweat and old blood and turned my heart gold with her ivory wands. Her ruby crown fell onto my head and for a single divine breath I shared her throne and became king of kings.Transfiguration
Quite a bargainI leave behind a heavy-eyed mother near the bed, a coffee-addicted father writing checks to my debtors, a brother whose name I’ve forgotten, a dog begging me for attention, a kitten begging me for food, a snake eating at my ear, friends who have not seen me without makeup, and a whore with a hand in my back pocket so I could be with my friend from high school again.Quite a bargain
Every Morning's UltimatumWe lay on grass beside the pond, surrounded by trees that block the smog. Rainbows of roses, daisies, and daffodils swallow us as stars sprinkle the obsidian canvas and cast the spotlight on us. She’s sprawled like a lioness beside me as she twirls my hair into finger-sized halos. I rest my head on her thigh like a puppy as my hands float on the waves of my chest.Every Morning's Ultimatum
My dirt eyes clasp the emerald glow of hers and my off-key lyrics consummate symphonies with the violin that is her voice and nature applauds with its crickets and croaks. She beckons me with her rose sce
by *Maidith
Lanny & Caustic
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ill do graffiti if you sing to me in french, what are we doin here if romance isnt dead?
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