drained of all my insides
wear my skin upon your bones
holding still
my beating heart
you're wry grin's left my stomach in ropes
and i've never felt so weak
an end i've never feared before
the days fly by
and all the while
i hold onto everything
like there will be no other.

blood seething
burning skin
whoring out my wretched soul
beating from the inside out
dripping out my gender
staining everything i claim
tainting it forever
sickening me
my body aches
headless
and without horse.

i've known my sadness as long as i've known myself
and for it to go would be to lose a part of me
that maybe i'm not willing to leave behind.

this feeling of old

my being is torn
between wrong and the light
by the shine of the moon
in the midst of black night
in the times we are one
to the times we break
two
all my strength doth subside
and something seeps through
consuming and warm
in the black and the cold
guiding my hand and my heart
this feeling of old

six word memoirs

she is music to my soul

in the soft morning light
tracing your body with my finger
it's hard to imagine anything more
or less

then i open my eyes
and the clock fills the room
quiet sets a pace
cold across my skin
and the growing sense of an ending
before any kind of beginning
starts eating out my inside

and i know i'm in over my head

drowning slowly...