Flowing red hair
Catching light
Catching fire
Long wavy tendrils
Caressing her body
Like the desire of your hands.
You hear her-
Her voice a cage
Surrounding you
Holding you captive
As you listen to the tune in her voice
Your ankles are shackled
The hum in her throat
Your hands are bound.
She sings her song
And your soul is hers.
Ricochet
Into my heart
Crashing fatally
Against my ribcage.
Resuscitate me. Bring me to life, but
Don’t disrupt this fantasy
Of you and me.
Alone with her thoughts,
She slips-
She dreams of a world
High above where
Everything is beautiful.
Darkness cowers in shadows while
Regal angels soar with
Elegance
And grace
Making music while children
Sleep soundlessly nearby…
Home. This is their home. The
Envy she feels can’t be suppressed and
Rears it’s devilish head (awakening hidden demons).
Nothing is safe
In this godforsaken He(aven)ll with
Gnarled angels snarling and reaching out to
Her with knife-like claws
To trace sermons on her
Marble skin, marring it
And crushing her bones to make her
Red rivered veins
Emerge
Shredded in disarray.
“Come here, darling” sighs an
Oil-slick voice
“My children wait to feast on your
Every fear.”
Alone, she stands on
Legs of paper
In the presence of subjective demons
Viciously awaiting her
Encouraged extinction.
We are born with it
And grow with it
It helps us discover new pleasures
And worlds
We never knew existed
Our worlds become corrupt
Poisoning our minds with reality
As we grow older
Until we cannot see the fantasy world
Of our past
Our rose colored glasses
Have turned gray
And we have lost it
Until it finds our children
When they are brought
Into a brand new world.