Winter is the held breath, the enforced
silence while the bones settle.

Your fingers are cold. I found
them once in my pocket.

The way your lips moved I felt like a spy
receiving secrets, I could almost hear
the words falling upon my heart.

I remember the signature of every
snowflake that landed in your
eyelashes. The silence entangling the
world wasn’t a blanket for us to hide under.

All the fires lit one match at a time
but your lips never caught. I stopped
being surprised.

In a dream I lifted you
from a stone wall, grabbing you
around your thighs but you
were gone before I could put you down.
I reach for you again; the leaves
rattle past mocking emptiness.




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Medea

You are born of pain, a hungry wound sucking.
Blood red and desperate, your banshee wail only
knows need. I suckle you with poison and ash,
so you will rise in flames.

What have I done to deserve this gift? So much.

Art by Jelena Markovic




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Carpe Diem

I sing to you mortals, lyrics of flame and
promises of pain. Come unto me on steps
washed of silence. The muffled cries of ecstasy,
the low hum of prayer. No matter how many
times you play the penitent there is nothing to
ease the pain.

Art by Jelena Markovic



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Stigmata

I can not help but put my fingers
Into the heart of what adores me,
to feel the small life give itself to me.

You are so indomitable in your ignorance,
too bad you never convinced yourself of your beliefs.
Can you feel the rapture coming?
These spasms of devastation.
Scream into me, fill me with your fear.
Such a pleasant little hum.

Art by Jelena Markovic




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Lubido

Oh desire, you eternal prick of the tongue.
I am the wild in the wood, the howl of life
rampant, the rot creeping under bellies.
I am the flame that is only pain without warmth,
The common thread unraveling, the fleeting pleasure.
Do you believe in judgement day?

Art by Jelena Markovic



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