one day i will be the wind
both cold and warm
caressing your face
teasing your hair
making you remember
my many moods
how i could be cold
and distant
unkind and self-absorbed
or warm and playful
and there will be days
that i bring the rain
and gently send droplets
to cling to your cheeks
or allow it to pound
and soak you through
one day i will be the wind

• • • • •

 
once comforting darkness
made terrible
broken by a man
inticing, yet horrific
child, take no candy from strangers
one piece will not do you harm
a familiar face and a kind gesture
a grabbed arm, forced encounter
one hand holding arms
one undoing pants
the slide of fabric, the feel of grass
the violation of youth
loss of innocence
a threat, humiliation, silence
pain and emptiness left inside
comfort of darkness
lost to an acquaintance

• • • • •

 
she longed for him
of his kisses
how they
brushed her throat
her hip
her breast
the taste of his lips
his mouth
something unknown
but distinctly his
the way he caressed
her stomach
her back
her ass
the way that his hands
spanned her waist
held her tight
and found her secrets
the way that he made her
feel secure
loved, needed
with every ounce of his being
the way that he knew
just when she was ready
and when she wasn't
how when they were finished
he still made her feel
like a part of him
to have that back
her greatest wish
the greatest impossibility

• • • • •

 
in one night everything is shattered
and she cannot help but pick up the shards
they slice through her hands
and break into smaller pieces
she drops them into the wastebasket
and watches the blood
follow their progression
drip onto the glass

• • • • •

 
i'm just sitting in class
with a bible on my lap
and a razor blade in my hand

and he says to me
what do you see
now you've been taken by the man

i sit real still in this chair of mine
while he takes a swig of his holy wine
and i answer "i wish i knew"

you see we were always there
sitting in our lawn chairs
as that man beat up on you

and i break the vision
with a quick decision
and i slice right through this dress

it slides to the floor
like once before
but it makes a bigger mess

more later...

• • • • •

 
your sex on me
surreal rythm
i an created
to be waste
used by you
the latex mess
after it is done
symbol of how
an angry drunk
with a beer canvas
and the absurd masterpiece
break the experiment
are empty smoke silhouettes

• • • • •

 
death could produce
blood manipulated
shadow of her
frantic goddess
delicately void picture
bitter scream
thousands beneath
a pink whisper
knife dream
urge arm raw
who sees like
she aches

• • • • •

 
my crush
but
boy void
white urges
bitter picture
whispered moans
raw worship

• • • • •