Lipstick

A suitcase from another time
My grandmother's youth
Still scented with her
Essence of jasmine
Burgundy lipstick
And almond oil
Now holds the essence of me
Red lipstick
Lapis lazuli
And leather
It is the keeper of secrets
And the key to my heart

Running

I do not run away. I run straight through. Through the tears and the memories and the triggers and the flashbacks and the night terrors and the endless pain. I run with my head held high and my eyes wide open. I run alone with music coursing through every cell of my being, and I never, ever look back.

Spring

Charcoal trunks
Adorned with green
Leaves revived
By sunlight and
Songs of rainfall

Birds rejoice
On the wing
Free at last
Singing softly
To skies renewed

September Wish

A vista grand with starlight
Peeks through the curtains
Calling to us, the creatures nocturnal
Now is the casting time
Fear and regret consumed by flame
Hope and love live again
Under midnight's velvet veil
Breathe once more, mighty vagabonds

Submission

At your side
A weapon of woman
Collared and leashed
Laughs quietly

At your feet
At leopard of a lady
Pale and naked
Waits gracefully

At your service
A gift of a girl
Bound and gagged
Moans impatiently

At your command
A doll of a dame
Corseted and calm
Cries willfully

Spark

Let my scars
Be your roadmap
Toward serenity
Let my horrors
Be your unlocking
Of crypts overflowing
Let my madness
Be your answer
To impossible riddles
Let my gloom
Be your spark
Of life illuminated
Let my pain
Be your pleasure
In all ways
Let my loss
Be your belonging
To a rare tribe

Vacancy

Flame formed in ice
Burning blue
Inkwell depleted
You are gone
Treading clouds
Leaving coins
And feathers
To serve as milestones

A melody made
From silence
Empty of resonance
You are gone
Swimming deserts
Leaving whispers
And shadows
To be our compasses