My hurricane smile
annihilated you once.
You preferred the sun.
Month: August 2018
No. 72
I had shone so bright
that your hallowed wings got burnt.
I wept as you fell.
No. 71
Die, perchance to sleep.
My eyes sag like sunken stones
whilst dreams beckon, home.
No. 70
I want my skin torn
and devoured by you whole.
It’s my only vice.
No. 67
I used to smile more,
back when I was young and free.
Now I bathe in tears.
No. 66
I am short with words.
I shy away in the day.
At night, I take flight.
No. 65
Blood seeps from her lips.
Gently kisses snow beneath.
Wounds begin to fade.
No. 64
Dragged me by my hair,
contents of my skull spilling.
Still wasn’t enough.
No. 63
Cold wintry eve’ning.
Alone on the crowded train.
Communal silence.
No. 62
Eyes burn bright with rage.
I fell in some kind of trance.
Only blood could sate.