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Ash & Tongue

Ash is just a word, but why does it taste so ironically bitter in my mouth? Does it hurt to say it, because the conflagrating embers originated from my pharynx, tactlessly ignited after I accidentally swallowed phosphorous nitrate and it corroded against my sandpaper throat and set me on fire? Who would kiss a person with a mouth this filthy? Even the most affectionate of mothers turn their backs away from my chapped sooty lips, bleeding of halitosis and ashes and lies lies lies.

There it is, that word again, pulling my voice under hell and waking me up when I’m having the sweetest dream in my acerbic existence. The exit signs are glowing softly in delicate overtones, yet my bloodshot eyes perceive it as an uproarious neon scream, blinding my eyes, deafening my sight, blackening my vision. The water’s getting colder, I’m caught up in the rip, and my footing has slipped away. I’m swimming, no, drowning in the hazy fumes, dizzy from the medication-addled ozone, and still I could not hear a single truth amid all the false accusations.

He was a man until you destroyed him. You were a girl before I desecrated you, cautiously building you up brick by chalkdust brick, all the while as I’m hiding away the solitary intention of vulgarly demolishing the body that is your temple. And it was all too late for you when you found out. Did you survive all the devastation I caused and rose up from the rubble like a newly-reborn phoenix? Or have your devout worshipers fled the havoc and left you suffocating and buried under all the debris and ashes? Ash is just a name I used to call in my sleep, but why…why does it taste so painful between my teeth?

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january evenings

keep me warm

for my rattly bones

and my shivering flesh

and the very edges

of my frosted fingertips

are rather arctic cold…

so share your tepid breaths

circulating faintly like

your lukewarm blood

and wrap your tiny fingers

in mine, as i ensconce

you around a quiet

embrace, keeping the

both of us warm and cosy

comfortably nestled together

under blankets and pillows

as we rest in the midst of the

brewing tantrum storm outside,

frigid breeze only daring us

to thaw tighter in each other’s

soft, assuring, ember grasp.

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Sleep (is but a dream)

and the words in

my head whispered

(sleep, my dear

you’ll feel better)

but i couldn’t close

my eyes (no matter how

heavy they are)

falling into tonus as

quiet and abyssal

(as the thoughts that

weigh me down)

until my pen no longer

makes sense, fading

and smudging (into an

undecipherable madman’s

meandering laments)

and i wish, and so i wish

for a taste of the stars

(i wish on the sun for some

light to carry home) and

the soft words in my head

whisper (sleep, my dear

after all, there’s nothing better.)

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a soft place to land

in a distant land

of nothing but

rocks and gravel

at the very bottom

i’m standing at

the top, and only

looking for a softer

place to land on.

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leggiero tenor

sunlight on water

lucid aria in tenor

soft nitroglycerine

of my sweetest sin

a severed limerence

in cliched eloquence

lit codas in baritone

a sonata i call home.

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sweetheart

the thought

of your embrace

is like being

spun and wrapped

around plumes

of sugar caramel

soft candy floss

for the dream is

sweeter with

each taste, but a

residual toothache

leaves my dizzy

heart feeling

cloyingly cross.

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Eye Candy

your brown sugar eyes

and glances that tasted

of soft candy and vanilla

lifted away the gravity

and it spun candy floss

in shades of pastel clouds

within a heart that was

as bitterly grey as can be.

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Nevernote

This addiction

Is a starker violation

The vinyl record

Is scratched with words

The soft serenade

Hits me like a grenade

The notes I’ve cried

Makes a new song aspired.

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Laryngitis and Lullabies

Dear, when you scream out the lyrics

I fucking hate everything as I feel each anarchic burn of your sharp words

But when you sing softly and melodic

I’m comforted by your warm voice as everything feels all right in this world.

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Cloudburst Cogitations #4: Enamel

enamel hearts

softening with the

whimsical ire of a rainy

weather

.

enamel souls

vulnerable, alleviate

i wish the rain would stay

forever.

☔☔☔

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