#split poem

[deadly-danaid]

Drugs never were my cup of tea,

at least not the drugs you know.

Instead of filling my veins with heroin,

I was plunging the needle of despair

deep into my thigh —

high on my own supply of misery.

There was no need to try cocaine

or party with Molly,

not with heartbreak in my pocket

just waiting to be ingested.

I let myself become these things,

allowed myself to get sucked in to the hunger

that craved a special kind of drug

that can't be bought off the streets.

Moka Lynn, 'A particularly dark road'

[deadly-danaid]

"I want to be like a marshmallow...

Soft and vulnerable,

but strong enough to withstand the fire"

--campfire song || Moka Lynn

[deadly-danaid]

I had thought that we were family— that we were working together to build something beautiful, something withstanding and magnificent. I had been so excited.

I was so ready for that chapter that I never thought for a second that perhaps we weren’t on the same page, that maybe you needed to catch up. I blindly plowed through... and after fighting wave after wave, you finally gave up. And still I noticed nothing. It wasn’t until your head had slipped beneath the surface that I realized something was wrong. And by that time, it was too late. Your pages were ruined— your lungs full of sea water.

Yet still I tried to salvage something from the ruins. But like jetsam, there was nothing I could do and nothing I could save. I had to watch you drift away... I had to watch as everything I held dear to me slipped into the shadowy depths of regret.

Another chapter’s ending || Monica Lynn

[deadly-danaid]

Where did all the good things go?

It seems the older I get,

the more I grow,

the less I know.

As if all the color was taken away...

Leaving me to stand

in endless gray,

forever to stay.

What happened to the little things?

I miss you more with time;

the way we’d sing,

the phone a’ring.

I’d do anything to get that back..

the life I was in love with..

the constant laughs.

And that’s a fact.

Why do all good things have to end? || Monica Lynn

[deadly-danaid]

"I smelled your cologne on the wind;

felt the scorching rays of that smile.

For just a second there,

the lines were blurred.

Happier days and the hint of chlorine.

There and gone in a blink."

It's time for a vacation || Monica Lynn

[deadly-danaid]

"Hands that

once caressed the softened

silk with adoration

now

crush the frail bone.

That tongue,

once used to taste and tease,

now

hurls daggers as the

fingers at my throat touch.

Come together."

Love has always been a battlefield || Monica Lynn

[deadly-danaid]

Spirals.

Silver, spinning.

Rising toward the

blended blues and grays.

A calming breeze...

the aroma of Haven...

silver holds up

the walls

and keeps the demons out.

White Sage || Monica Lynn

[deadly-danaid]

"Feel the summer sun

and listen to the whisper

of the evening leaves"

Summer Haiku