Full Moon

[mayamoonx]

battered dough

She spits your name out like a piece of gum That sticks to the bottom of your shoe Her cross eyed stare focusing on your lips Unable to breath as she feeds you bits 

bits of pie and cream bits of chicken and peas bits of tomatoes and beets  potatoes  baked and sweet  Her skin gently crusted with salted crumbs Your taste scented from that sip of whisky  beneath her you anguishly cry

forgive me

[mayamoonx]

Lemonade

Mix me in honey deep into the boiling pot but not until the cut opened into to halfs spread apart on the marble top you grip upon my outer skin tight enough to feel a pulse pour out what is in and leave me dry

[mayamoonx]

1:33 AM

I repeat a sentence in my head until it becomes a slur of sounds attached to one another extending into an  umbilical cord of vowels  this cord wraps itself round my wrists  strapping me to the chair this chair in which I sit

[mayamoonx]

Red-Winged Blackbird

In our room

an empty cage

I am its fleeing bird

Scattered across the wooden floor

My love leaves a taste for more

I open up the swollen sore

[mayamoonx]

Midnight Thoughts

Midnight winter air shivering whilst I sleep I hear him call my name though I am far in to deep 

the darkness  of a dreamless slumber I fear the fear the fear in me  In a state of release I cannot feel, I cannot be  though I am being then what does that mean