dreamcatcher5674

I. What happened in the dark We don’t have to lie about (We don’t have to talk about) II. My body looked older than it was But my heart was so much younger And you knew and I knew And it happened anyways We did it anyways III. From the moment they heard All my friends warned me about you But I didn’t listen because I felt like… Like I was growing up and out and beautiful Like I was finally catching my lost childhood Within sweaty hands, fingers tight like a cage IV. It could’ve been my life it could’ve been- I am eight again in a playground full Of gun pellets and spiked plants and- Blue. The water is so

I am the dark seed within an apple within a hand
I am the first bite, juice dripping down the chin 
The first woman to feel pleasure-pain on her lips
The first woman to lick up sin with the tip of a tongue Flushed cheeks and gilded skin and a name in her mouth
Outstretched hands and skin on skin and the first whisper
Consume consume eat the world raw and bleeding Fire thunder fear a voice from the sky the world shaking
Shame anger righteousness
Flushed cheeks and gilded skin and a name in her mouth We were not human 
There were no second chances

I. 
Perhaps there is a metaphor hanging between us, 
a child whose first teeth are fangs
A child whose first want is to feast II. 
What is the difference between wishes and prayers
The stars are dead and God is dead
We are wishing on ghosts to save us from becoming like them Like calls to like III.
We all leave our marks on eachother in different ways
You bruised and bit me 
(but I scratched open your back)
But now my skins smooth again What does yours look like if you’re still asking me questions like this?

You'd say you're teaching me caution but really I've been learning fear, bowing at your knees always waiting for a kick to the face, always wondering what I'd do this time to unpin the grenade And even now if you heard this I know you'd claim it's all lies, all fantasy concocted by a naive mind and maybe it is maybe it was caution taught but it was fear carved into me of the dark and the water and the sky and the men asking if they could love me and my screams of No no no it is too dangerous for me to be loved, it's riskier than walking in the night down streets calm for once Cause this is what I've learned from you from this house locked u

Come with me I'll tell you a story About love and other drugs and How beautiful she looks with smoke Curling round her head like the halo Of the angel that guided saint Jude And all of his disciples searching for The reasons behind their loneliness She promised me once that she'd Stop searching for absolution in The flashing lights, the fire light, Steam and hot glass and the burnt tips Of her fingers but they are dancing With us and we forget sacred oaths That we'd pinkie sworn to each other Then we are nodding our heads and Our held hands know nothing of their Promises, only the holiness of this moment And the sacredness of flesh on flesh

I don't know how to love you. You are so big and so great and do you even have an idea just how large you are? I throw myself into your mouth and you swallow me whole. Every touch burns me, and I crave it. The world is spinning around us but does it really matter because you are the whole world, and even that can scarcely contain you, and I am just the mortal brushing your surface. I am emerging from the caves and the twilight revels and immediately I become drunk with the light. And I want to love you, I do, but how will I ever learn how? There is no way for me to comprehend the all of you, the majesty and glory. I am ashes in your mouth, bu

There is that feeling in the air, the Warm breeze before the locusts appear And I can barely stand beneath the weight Of all these worlds. My blood is burning and I think I can see Atlas still crying after all Of these years for his lost daughters, guarded And guarding forever. Will they ever escape? Will Kalypso ever escape? Why are we always punished For the mistakes of our fore-bearers? It's not fair It's not fair. When did we reach this point Where we can no longer support how heavy our Lives are becoming for us. My shoulders, my back It all aches so much. I am dying, the weight Of this old house is crushing me to death. The witch trials

It was two years ago that She told me that it was too Late for us to fix this mess That is our broken family. I should have listened to her Then instead of clinging to A hope that children dream: of Never having to outgrow Their mothers even when they're Harsh beyond compare. We are the broken parts of This broken family: we three Fanged gorgons, vain even still Despite the fact that we're made of Snakes and snarling and hunting. We were born and fed poison Since before we could speak for Ourselves. How were we supposed To know better than to kiss Venom into our lovers' Mouths instead of the honey That they so deserved, going Through the s

(I am crying I am screaming I am furious, I am the fury How long did it take for Vesta's temple to burn after Rome fell? When these tears touched the earth, I hope they watered some flowers I hope something beautiful can rise out of something so tragic He wasn't ever what I thought he was and maybe that's why I love him once)

There is something in me being Stretched and pulled until it Breaks apart but does it shatter like A mirror or will it just dissolve Like a picture in a lake in a curse? I looked outside and I swear that It was only a bit ago that the moon was Full and pregnant in the sky but she Must have had a miscarriage at some point Because now the sky is dark and black And terrifies me even as I echo it back. It's such a stupid thing but I truly Truly believe that the sun saved my life Last week when he finally showed his face To me again for the first time since I Spurned and turned my back on his heart. It's such a silly little thing but I Really t