Proteus

Proteus

A snarling beast
with sharp white teeth—
fangs—foaming at your heels.
He will consume you.

A ranting tyrant
relentlessly cruel,
ruthlessly cold.
He will sink you.

A deviant devil
devouring clouds, and
howling at the moon.
He will drown you.

A bear, A brute,
a writhing,
seething sea.
He will break you…

at least,
he will try to.

unrequited

unrequited

Meticulously I consider
the placement of
these fragile, little letters
precariously perched
upon delicate,
slightly unsteady serifs.

Diligently deliberating
the most effective
configuration–
the most capable
combination–to convey
this quiver in my bones,
this shudder in my lungs,
the sound of a heart breaking.

Picking through the
shattered pieces,
these tiny fragments
of mine, i find
a comma shaped splinter.
Perhaps it belongs here
,
a tiny pause,
a shallow breath,
a metaphor for
you.

Possibly it better serves
lingering like an apostrophe,
an indication of possession,
manifestation of a merging,
which,
we are not.

On second thought,
how does one
effectually punctuate
absence of affection,
the reticence in rejection,
unrequited love?

Yes, of course,
the self-effacing ellipsis
soundlessly signifying:
lack of substance…
the weight of hanging space…
and words I’ll never say

The Buffet

The Buffet

She left a bitter taste;
a tongue stained
in disappointment.
Now he only dines
at the buffet;
filling his plate
with hot flesh,
meaty cuts,
lean legs,
oiled skin.
Spoonfuls of red,
or brunette,
on the side.
Dips his fingers
into chocolate,
white cakes,
strawberry pie.
Thickens his heart,
feeds his eyes, yet
disregards the hunger.
For nothing here fills.
Nothing sustains.

Bad Cat

Bad Cat

you’re a beautiful animal;
the mighty hunter of the pride.
A cold-hearted killer
with cool keen eyes,
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Becoming Human

Becoming Human

The night I became human
I understood what it means
to be flesh and blood forsaken
and to live upon my knees.
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Holding Ghosts

Holding Ghosts

electricity flashed
in those brown eyes,
your dark pupils rapidly grew,
inviting me to glimpse
at the depth of your soul.
A softness cascade
down the angles of your face,
while a crimson flush
crept up and across your cheeks,
and I swear –
your bottom lip trembled
– just a little.

or was I seeing ghosts?
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What Hurts

Not the ephemeral way of our romance…
nor that love, once again, has escaped me.
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The Dividing

Now that you’ve decided
to separate and sever these ties,
begin the dividing
where we become things
and feelings go to die.
[…]Shove me back in your closet
or under your bed to collect dust.
A piece in your collection
of broken hearts & broken trust.
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De Die In Diemn (From Day to Day)

time passes-
another day dies
and of this i am certain-
we passed with it.
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