Reflect

Spectating insomniac

Breathtaking sex-maniac

Reflected psychopath

His mind torn in half

Please clutch crawl consume me

Please burn churn exhume her

Speaking infatuate

Beauty complicate

Reflected virginity

She won't live to see

Please frown drown assume it

Please faint frail subsume her

Agonizing conversation

Traumatizing intervention

Reflected shapelessness

Whispers hidden in her bodice

Please react reverberate with me

Please shun run with her

Tea Leaves

Before the cock crows three times, I will proclaim my love for you. You'll know the messiah by the bitch-slap I give him in the dark. And they'll ask for your autograph, but don't be fooled sister, they're vultures, with only one thing on their minds. They'll clamor and dazzle and sputter and grope at your skin, thinking you're nothing more than a dream in lingerie, a plaything to be broken in and used up, don't let them into you soul, wink but don't smile. You're a goddess, something more elusive that flesh or friction. You're warrior, something more chaotic than lust or love. You're my friend, my sister, something more precious than a name or a pair of hips. Remember, my dear, you're eyes are brighter than a thousand suns, deeper than the foundations of the earth, and purer than the empty void of space, no man will ever see you the way you slip and glide in and out of the ether, only you can decide the true measure of your power and beauty.