MariposaLuna

I gave until I could no more I closed my eyes and crossed my ankles took a deep breath and let it wash away the unsung chords the lullabies and I thought of you my friend my love my sweet life unadorned with nothing but your generous laugh your pink lips pursed in silent deep chuckling that emerged as deep rumbling thunder. And I felt as though I were falling deeply under crashing waterfalls graced by light and love and levity I thought no more of what was to come but only what had come before Deep underwater there are no tears only air bubbles that break on the surface And when I emerged, there was nothing left of you except the memory

I pierce the night with a howl that will shake the moon. In the light of this twisting stillness I hunger for the wild wonders that I have known. The breath of the wind corsets my body, brambles tear into my hair. Silken ribbons loosened- Earthen path, cool beneath my feet. I shudder as my shift slides away. Muscles tighten and bunch, Folded over, I emerge from this transformation. Four limbed, furred over Deadly. Searching. Freed. I step into the blue shadows and I am gone.

The wind called and cajoled outside the window, It rasped and clanked against the door, It worried little streams through the cracks, And rankled the foundation sore. It creased the foreheads of the children, Who feared its solid might, And made the parents fear the inky blackness of the night. They could not see it stirring, But heard its bellow beneath the floor, And tucked their children in all the tighter Not knowing what was in store: A night of endless creeping A sinking dreadful clasp As all the winds grew tighter Summoned by the Keeper to keep them all caught in his grasp.

It’s true that you’re in my head That I better watch my step. I never expected to get this far “But I like you” I hear you say. Confidence has never been my forte, Surely you’ve known that since we began. The color of your lips, I never forgot what it felt like to be kissed, By you. Love worn and delicate, I lay my burdens at the mountains’ feet and I think I want to start again. New life has been infused, You’ve lost so much and I’ve been used. Beaten battered and bruised. I found my way to the surface and I wish I could see you.

The space of time in which you take to hear what I've said, "I love you", is just enough time for me to hear the pause of you deciding what you want to say. Should you say the words and risk the chance of being overheard? I hear you pondering how to respond and I know now in the cool, crisp 3 seconds it took you to choke out the words, "bye for now" what you have decided. I guess you've decided to peddle out insincerity when you have to write out the words to tell me what I want to hear. I've decided I've had enough. Either say it or don't. Make a decision. You can't have it both ways. You either want to love me but you can't, want to have ho

Bent over the limit line the gun goes off and I trip straight out of the gate uncertain how low I can go, how far I can bend before I break and I am a windmill of limb traipsing down the middle of two too confining lines of neither here nor there. Cross here, not there. An arcing unraveling of a racetrack. Am i aware of when or how anymore? No. I crouch when I am told. Muscles bunching beneath a quivering motor of how to's, of how whens, and of how wheres. I don't remember anymore why it is so crucial for me to be so low I almost kiss the ground. The waiting, oh the waiting, of the pop of that blasted gun. Almost like meditative trance, it ha

You and I were taking shots at each other, Torturing with each word on our lips. I opened my mouth and out it slips: “I cross my heart and hope to die If I stay with you one more night.” Glasses are being shattered and each shard it hits, Your aim is true and this time you don’t miss. One shard of glass for every lie I’ve ever told And you accused me rightly of making our bed cold. I can’t look at you, can’t look you in the eyes Because I know it’s true I’ve been telling these lies. My body may be here, but my heart just isn’t with you. One tear for every mistake I’ve made wets your

I took off my shoes and thought of you. The back of this box says "Nourish what counts." Did I nourish you? Nourish what counts? I look at you on my wall, our picture, us side by side. I am swallowing you up. I am a black widow. A ticking time bomb. Only time will tell. I swallow up half the picture. I swallowed up half of you. There. You see it? Right there. Even then, in that kiss, we weren't equalized. I'm sorry. I "freaking loved you" too. My hand shakes. I'm tired of asking questions of myself. Of why it didn't work. I am sorry. I have the three of you next to each other. 3 people whose past with me I can't change. I wish I didn't feel l

I see you following the train tracks. I wonder from afar if like me, you too wander aimlessly. I see you struggling for ground, falling to your knees, nearly giving up, and then getting up again. I feel like I am an eyepiece aimed in your direction, ticking off the moments you take to rise back up to your feet. You fight, miserable, against all those you did not see coming to shake you down from your high perch. And I wonder what you are struggling against. I can strain my wings against their holds but I cannot yet imagine what the fall is like. As my body sways above the path, I look down apprehensively as I feel the momentum of wind teari