Commelamort

The noise blared statically in her eardrums, She sat knees up into herself, her body rocking back and forth. Her skin is lighted eerily by the fuzzed television in the corner. Elizabeth clenches her eyes closed and pulled her body tighter together, but each second her mind plays the events over and over again. Insanity. She feels the floor underneath her collapsing, she feels the dirt smudged shirt come alive and tear at her skin. She feels her teeth falling out, each one rotting from her gums and dropping down, leaving behind nasty gaps in her mouth. Insanity. The door is opening and closing, creaking hungrily, begging her to come clos

And as the death crow sings A sudden delight, folded gently in her hands Darkness envelops her, encompassing dawn A vulture at bones, she will dance Till the last light fades The moon rising; fatally and enraptured Keeping the stars bound To blacken hollow Their light pulses And she wonders… What a beautiful mess. The hands are enthralling As she keeps them tucked into herself An earthquake rumbles, tides flood her lungs And she turns to dust The sun burns out Vous n'etes pas le soleil She says, as he chars her with Molten eyes She cries My world is failing now.

Death, so meaningfully blossomed in her eyes her fingertips created a pattern of distrust and disdain She finds solace in her ribs, so properly aligned, shelves holding the gift of life neatly She finds solace in the fact that fires are mortal, and the scorching truth can only char her insides for so long. There are only two words she can slip past her lips, drifting to sleep. Two words she sings like a caged bird, her wings aching, waiting angrily, pushing her closer to the final draw of breath there is freedom in not exisiting beyond These Bodies. But what are we, if not a manifestation of a thousand year fight to survive

The sun machine is falling down, she said, Her eyes lighting up like an excited child. Her hand encompassed mine, soft flesh permanently molding into my brain. My memory is fleeting, but I can recall the crookedness a slight crookedness in her white teeth. I can recall a black fleece sweater soaked in scarlet. Her kiss left diamonds embedded in my skull. I felt no remorse for my loss, her lithe and gentle frame splayed across the concrete like roadkill. She spilled ruby jewels from her chest and ribs. I felt her for a second, underneath my car. I felt her lungs being flooded with blood, eyes straining against containing muscles

I cave into the night ribs receded, my lungs are folded into each other. I'm dying. I'm fading like sugar on children's lips monochrome kiss I'm tired, your hand is warm I'm consoled by your presence distraught by my emotions, I try to cradle this, to raise this, nurture it, warm you with it subtly, don't get caught up. The sun is tracing patterns on my skin I absorb the heat, I look bright eyed at the skins, there is freedom yet ultimate restraint my voice is far from truth I've been fake for so long it strains me to be this bare. It's beautiful this way. A candle flickers in the ocean, a small shimmer of lights, a ethe

the sun scorched the earth you lead me down the path the sun cradled us into eternal peace I fell down the stairs and you caught me in iron railings put me out of my misery put me out to the street corners where the wild flowers grow wearily; The sun is dying the sun is dying the sun is the sun the

Keep the stories hidden each little thread pulling apart at our seems is a blessing; cutthroat the little child keep him safe and sorry and sadistic he'll grow up just like his daddy. Keep all these scars hidden like bones in the closet, we'll let our children revel in our mistakes, stretch there skin taunt and teach them the seperation in pain Take him to bed; and check for monster and affirm that tonight he will be eaten alive, lock all the doors and keep him crying the nights are long and and scary this innate distrust will bury us rotting. Don't forget to bury the hatchet in summer mornings; where 3-6-5 days mean that ou