colbalt arcs tourmaline foam waves encroach, froth collides jagged shore. current swells inner sea feelings ebb. 5.2.03 © Eliza Alys Young [Featured Image]
excavation
the coffin of my heart began to rot; the lid is shut the walls are wood the worms are eating through i feel the dirt tickling the scratchy pain burns my skin someone, is shoveling i see the bright blue sky the gateway of my pain was rusted shut; cemetery of my love it hurt …
dragon slayer
you do not know how long i wait a mottled journey led me here through brambled thickets and boggy swamps with tests of love, of pain, of fear so young was i when i began this trek this knowing you would come to me through all the shit i cleaned the muck the dirt that …
timing
the tell-toll patience it’s deafening silence sends prickly heat through the shaft of my spine; those nights of confusion and indigo questions throb through my skull at inopportune times. i want the consumption the raw devastation that patience and virtue must leave behind; so travel me further past bottle-green grottoes and quench the frustrations of …
xmas 92
merry christmas little darling will you sleep safe in your bed? will you let your nightmares wither as sweet dreams come fill your head? do you tiptoe in your closet when you know you’re all alone? can you look into his eyes and face the great unknown? merry christmas little darling you don’t ask for …
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