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@betweenthefallandforever
She cuts into her womb with stained glass.
Pulls out my soul and lets it writhe in the grass.
Images of her savior remain in the stars-
Colliding with my thoughts of never-ending death.
A dance between the strongest flames and the coolest wind.
My bones shake along with the leaves falling under the weight
Of drunken rain.
Steam rises off scarred flesh- yet I shiver.
But I don’t pray.
I only beg for silence.
-James Kelley 2025
I’m cutting my teeth on thoughts of forever.
Pressing reddened palms into Bible pages.
Swearing to be finite in the face of infinity.
Sand passes through my fingers, and I feel
The beginning of thoughtlessness.
Collapsing lungs and perforated faces-
Contorted limbs reaching for the void.
Time is relative.
And I can no longer relate-
To anything.
So, I listen to the stone beneath me.
Beg for its patience.
But it only crumbles.
I can feel it passing through
My fingers and my stomach
Turns.
I can no longer taste the blood
On my tongue. I’m unsure of
What I’ve been given.
I cannot breathe with this
Weight. I don’t want to.
Let me fall.
-James Kelley 2025
He drops Hell on his tongue.
Waits for the world to spin again.
The way she wants it to.
So he can be unchained.
Faces blur and the innocent crawl
Toward a misshapen Sun.
While the “strong” break their spirits
Along the path to righteousness.
They all end up on the same broken
Road. Where the Devil is ready to bargain
For pain pills and a rotting smile.
Send me to the flames, demon.
I won’t plead for your mercy
Any longer.
I know your many faces.
And I curse them all.
Some day.
You’ll beg for the fall.
-James Kelley 2025
In this moment
I’m certain.
In this moment.
That you never loved.
Those weeping hearts wither
At your altar.
Where you pray to your plastic
Eyed God, in your makeup mirror.
And you damn fools for not
Believing the way you should.
“Swallow it.
All of it.”
And be thankful.
Thankful to be judged
For the way you survived.
-James Kelley 2025
I can feel a crucifixion on my tongue.
As I speak in parables built to wither
Your lingering innocence.
Bitter wine and blood sate
Our mourning.
We drink to feel safe in the sight
Of the horizon.
Pleading to the Universe to feel
The pull of each other’s center-
One more time.
Before bones become brittle
And sinew runs rank we will
Topple the towers of our forefathers.
Simply because we’re as alive
As the fire searing your breast-
A living promise.
Breathing and fighting.
Loving and dying.
Letting no King conquer
Our souls.
-James Kelley 2025
Obelisk
I pray at an altar of kerosene tears.
Watch as the quiet shoves in the eyes
Of innocents trying to swim up from
The bottom of once magnificent-
Days gone by.
My words mean nothing at the feet
Of your obelisk-like indifference.
I strike matches in the accelerant.
Try to move you the way the wind
Once did.
You are the Temple.
I, the naive architect-
Hating his creation.
When will it be enough?
When will the foundation
Finally crumble?
Will you ever allow yourself
To give again?
-James Kelley 2025
Flames are quiet. But they make their prey scream. Is that how you find God? Scattering thoughts. Shouting at the fire as it turns you into a monster. Addled and incoherent. I think the answers are hiding somewhere in there-
Waiting.
I just have to reach in.
-James Kelley 2025
I suffer at the pen.
I can’t hold these
Bones up, forever.
Cradling indifference
Like a newborn-
I wish it wasn’t dying.
I’m ready to transcend.
But I don’t have the stomach.
I watch moths cover the moon.
And cry with the shadow of my
Mother.
The woman she should have been.
She reaches out as the Sun falls.
And I mourn until morning.
I watch my daughter toddle
In the kitchen.
We’re ready to break our fast.
I smile despite the chemicals.
We’ll be together.
Blood carries hope.
-James Kelley 2025
I’m baring my teeth.
Your skin is begging
To rain promise.
I’m looking down
Your throat with a
Cold lantern.
Telling you lies
About what I can’t see.
Because you’ve been
The glow I was trying
To capture.
The camera flashes.
Black lace and rhinestones
Glimmer.
Another distraction.
I sink in my teeth.
You warm my mouth
And I shiver.
Run.
-James Kelley 2025
Symmetry
Come see me when the shadow comes.
Come see me when you’ve lost your symmetry.
Lay down in the plastic, girl.
Hold onto your breath.
Pray til’ your death.
You’re thoughtless.
Come see me when the shadow comes.
You’ve lost your symmetry.
Lay down in your plastic bed.
Hold on.
Hold onto your breath.
Pray til’ your death.
I’ll show you what happens in the black.
You’re thoughtless.
-James Kelley 2025
Trigger warning.
As my pain dries on the hardwood floor.
You clench your teeth and ball your fists.
But you don't leave.
I expected you to.
No one ever stays.
When they're covered in crimson.
When I tell them I don't need them
Through crying teeth. They listen.
That's the easy thing to do.
It's expected. And I don't blame anyone.
But your warmth has kept me from letting go.
Your eyes are beautiful as the sirens rain their temper down on what I struck.
A match against hindsight, I guess.
But regret tastes foolish
And your promises give me hope.
Even with you pressed against me, I'm cold.
They're rushing in.
Is this the beginning?
Or the end?
-James Kelley 2025
I touched the face of love and watched it crumble.
Maybe I stared too long?
I know I felt the gravity in my bones.
Shit.
I thought I wasn't going to be alone.
But God makes everything die.
Why doesn't it feel natural?
Existential dread is all consuming.
Everything vibrates.
I should be moving.
I'm at the wrong frequency.
Squelching, and hoping for answers.
Quiet.
Lost.
Unforgiven.
-James Kelley 2025
Will you pick the thorns over the roses?
I'm sewn together by scars.
Molars sit hard on gun barrels.
The oil tastes like freedom.
But the weight of the trigger is tremendous.
I'm watching a new day sneak its way in.
Shaking at the thought of the recoil.
The roses smell sweet.
Even from here. On the edge.
Where the thorns feel like dandelions.
Watch as the blood floats away.
Becomes something else.
Something new.
I'll take the thorns.
-James Kelley 2025
Trashing your empire
Burning every rose
Sending letters to God.
-
Hoping for forgiveness
Distant from the altar
Savoring sin.
-
Blaming circumstance
Accepting affirmation- misguided
Sitting in the flames.
-
Toiling in the rut
Sweating with the damned
Smiling with the stars.
-
Talking to perception
Expecting answers from wooden Angels
Getting lost in good sense.
-James Kelley 2025
We could never identify
the pain
that took hold of us
like an inpatient hand.
We could only guess
and I imagine
we were always wrong
but
lying in your bed
and watching the cracks
in your ceiling
try to sing
made the planet
a dandelion
in a time
of water hemlocks.
Robert J. W.
Another match struck against the Sun’s ego. And I’m left burning into the night. At least the colors are beautiful. The spectrum- Diverse. Explosions echo toward astigmatic Eyes, as they blur and vibrate. I can see the new year coming Already. And it’s only 9 o’ clock. -James Kelley 2024ish
