this crisp september tiptoes;
she'll breath icicles coyly, up into the corners
of my window pane
maybe like she doesn't mean it,
or she does,
her delicate digits grasping lightly to the trim,
arranged as a fawn's bashful hooves.
a quiet girl
a cold girl
but she knows to touch my arm when we walk down the street
and to look into my eyes when i speak
her pupils a puppydog tear full of
but do you love me now?
we never do much, to touch;
to be breathy and giggles and to let a bit of warmth flush through her blood vessels,
i never think she is capable of that.
to be in her is to tryst in fragile porcelain
her peachfuzz
she was just like this...
this.. gah. dreamy lady
like she's made of applesauce and marmelade
and she just looks so sticky and delicious
ghod
i know it isn't okay to fall in love on public transport
but baby did you know
what goddamn beautiful hands you have?
with that chippy peach nailpolish
just ethereally whisping through my panoramic view
long mermaid hair and cheeks like a nectarine pie with
double-whip coolwhip topping you darling were my savior in this world
haven't you ever seen someone and this
thick clear image
of them socks you in the fucking nose
of your fucking beautiful life together after 5 years of dating and
scathe me
your spitfire, that awful decay
i need it, melt
my flesh
away
i want to see my backbones bubble and let me
f-f-ffeel that
fFFuCCK you in my throat like a punch.
i will the blood stuck in my gums
never to dry
suck my teeth and beg for m-Mmore
crack my ribs
and let me flow out like
pudding
,i
don't want your
dulcet word
to lick my wounds
that kind of elloquence should be reserved for a girl
who can't be so cruel
her heart isn't worms
her soul, not the
satan. pit.
i want the hot anxious
vomit
to scald my throat when you
shreik my sins
what i don't want to hear i need to hear i
need the wracking sobs to r
you're all too happy,
to kiss my lips
if only you could see how my insides
spoil,
fes-ter;
oh, the plastic veneer
spans the feet,
the legs,
then tummy,
ribs,
breasts,
face,
disguises how this really goes, my
rosy-cheeked, charming darling,
you're not about to ask what happens
when you turn your pretty neck
so much blood,
and it never washes clean
i lament.
my soul just oozes and cries
huddled in the corner,
dressing a dead rat in baby doll's clothing
my walls just drip and peel,
rusting, rotting, how
do you see a
love in envy of you, wild one by dinacorn, literature
Literature
love in envy of you, wild one
you fascinate me, ferile, claws out
shrieking in the treetops
i want to keep you
banshee, banshee, to trap you under a teacup
to stick my lips down near and whisper through the porcelain
hot breath pearling up on the side
i want to say "stay with me"
but your trees keep me here,
away in concrete,
in molded,
in my corrugated steel
i see the beauty in your wilderness contours
tracing the scratches with delicate fingers
and would it were me in the nowhere,
howling at the moon.