the register digests
green sheets and
the sling-shot drawer shuts
like locked fists
They sigh in
as you purchase Their
ideas in waist lines
and bra size
Summer Blisswe hiccupped cherry-greenSummer Bliss by ForgedSignatures
the carbonated soda crisp on our
wet tongues like the rain bubbling on
spicy summer pavement
a smile for the camera, though our teeth
were stained and the
rolled down windows blew our frazzled
the leather stuck to our sun sucked thighs,
our jean shorts a cloud in contrast
but with frayed eye-sight we still saw
the plotted picture of midnight
glistening like the condensation melting
in the lap of our hands
we blew candles out instead of kisses
and locked hearts instead of doors
but the graveyard grass still sprouted
in the space between our bodies
our fingernails crept beneath the dirt
in search of earth worms,
taunting death like it was fact
then and there,
the sunrise bloomed like a nail clipper,
a screwdriver, with its marinated blood
foreshadowing something much more sinister
than weary heads and rotten flesh
A PlayScene: A large pentagon shaped bathroom. A bathtub occupies the far left side of the room, the shower on the opposite side. The toilet is adjacent to the bathtub, and the sink and mirror are directly opposite of the toilet. A dotted line had been drawn straight down the middle so that one half contains only the toilet and tub and the other half the shower and sink. The tub is lined with dirt and grime and the toilet has begun attracting flies. The shower is spotless, the mirror is freshly cleaned and the sink appears to never have been used.]A Play by ForgedSignatures
[Jamie enters, whistling and indifferent to whether she is treading on her side of the bathroom or not. She is dressed in a t-shirt with a hole in the armpit, boxer shorts, and socks. She goes and sits on the toilet just when Jackie, who wears a tank top and short-shorts, enters]
Jackie, looking annoyed at the mess: Would it kill
Jamie, interrupting: Yes, fuck off.
Jackie: Excuse me, Bi-
Jamie, finishing the statement: Bitch? Co
Mirror TalkI wore your fashion on my dragon heartMirror Talk by ForgedSignatures
the crisp cut dress hemming the
juvenile look of distrust
With each inject I gave myself your
tidal wave eyes
but I didn't want to
jump of Jesus cliffs to
magazine page beauty
or swallow starvation as
as a solution
I past by your
where you sexualized cigarettes
and the downward snapshot of your
cellphone objectified your tits
transforming your beautiful face
into the catalog of what
everyone else wants you to be
And I didn't want to be that
Headache HeadI wanted toHeadache Head by ForgedSignatures
stroke your headache head with
the loose strands of my sweater while you were
laying there perpendicular to my stomach
resting your head on my thighs and
looking at me with victim eyes.
I saw you twice while window shopping for
your birthday but I had decided I would
kiss the curves of your neck before you
hung yourself with the necklace rope that
you carried in your pocket.
I didn't tell you this, but I stole it one night
and picked off the lint before throwing it in the trash
I'm glad you never noticed or, at least,
Coyote MagpieDon't you try to say I didn't warn you.Coyote Magpie by AzizrianDaoXrak
You ignored the coyote's howl,
ignored the cracking of twigs behind you.
Will I see your blood shining in the trees
at the next black crow moon?
I may be a coward
but so are you.
wandering and weary thing
gives fading winter a smile,
laughs at the valleys of the earth that feed her
with a mouth full of teeth
clean with bone-crunching.
I could be a train
with the way that cities
all start to look the same,
with the way I spend my mornings
like a magpie
gathering map pieces in my claws.
I keep a witch's cupboard,
a magpie's nest full of strings.
One night when you slept
I threaded a red one into your chest
and if I wanted it to
my string would bring your heart back to me
warm and beating in your chest
Don't you try to say I didn't warn you.
I remember days
that don't belong to me.
I remember houses on the river
a day in May that was too pale a yellow:
much too windy
and not quite warm enough.
BeastThe cold slither of Mercury fearBeast by AzizrianDaoXrak
knots silver in my stomach
I am a gateway,
a stone staircase descending
into the waters of the Styx.
He waits for me in the graveyard,
a Christ who rises towards me,
arms outstretched like a great
new-age vampire come
to lead us all to our graves
waits for my death and zombie birth,
when I will be dragged
from the embracing dirt
and buried in his pale arms.
I am no Ophelia.
I fill my pockets with stones
and leave stately footprints on the riverbank
down to sleep I go,
beside Arthur and his court.
Raise no cross over my head,
mark not where I lie.
Bethlehem-born, he carries deserts in his wake,
leaves no drop of water
for me to drink.
Let me go to the sea
and search for pearls forever
where I cannot be found.