Imagining is the hard part.

Oh please, just spare

but one little taste?

Splash on my palate

of insightful chaste?

Flavors I savor;

a tang all their own,

Hitting the spot

with impact alone.

Giving me sight

with closed eyes, you see?

The past, the future, the present—

All three.

Insatiable, famished,

Begging for it all

Ravenous cravings,

Minds excitedly sprawl.

She’s simply a whore,

so dive right in;

Release your greedy beast—

and let the feast begin!

Fountains a-flow

Never to stop

Lusciously falling

For prevention of crawling

So versatile

Whatever it wants

Up or down

Twisted around

All the resilience, you see

Fucking shave it; save it.

Because really, quite simply, it can and may be—

That the coat of a soul never mattered to me.

Lay your head down

On a pillow of run;

What a relief—

Your thoughts weighed a ton.

-

Bury the shoes

That walked all those miles;

Seal the eyes

That foresaw the denial.

-

Close the lids

Upon a staring blank face;

Erase the eyes

Of which you used to trace.

-

Merely was a child

A god-damned fool;

Sitting in darkness

And still the mind’s cruel.

-

Grasped in a hand

Of all wicked diseases;

Dangling that one desire

Oh, how He teases.

-

Nighty night sir

With mind’s eye aglow;

Emblazoning what it is that

You will never get to know.

Oh Duchess, My Duchess

Queen of her tower.

Ruling her kingdom

Of those who allow her.

Nose a-sky

Tail a-flaunt.

Violet eyes

Follow forth a-taunt.

Oh Duchess, My Duchess

Regal; divine.

Intensely disturbed

This Duchess of mine.

Wreaking through labyrinths

In the heart of her palace.

Violet eyes, red a-glow

Thirsting for malice.

Oh Duchess, My Duchess

A crown upon reliance.

A-top a head so noisy,

Cursed with silence.

Oh Duchess, My Duchess

Queen of mine.

In a kingdom where We

Forever reside.

Catherine:

She sits, watching George crunch on his toast nonchalantly. A kitchen table crafted for four, yet only two seats are filled. This is Catherine’s worst nightmare.

The silence needs to be broken.

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How can you love what isn’t there?

So abundant and plentiful,

that not a soul can share.

A parasite, growing

at unstoppable rates

in the depth of a wall

where nothing penetrates.

Barren abyss

Echoes fall on deaf ears.

They lay beneath soil,

swallowing tears.

The worst kind of sentence is serving a season.

When all that was wanted

remains solely the Reason.

Limb by limb,

She ripped them off.

One by one,

Strewn in her trough.

Kneeling; gracious

Preying; forgiven

Now, off with his head!

A destiny written.

Raging little monsters
Under my teeth.
Stakes through tongue,
A wicked thief.
Allegiance un-kept
Lies, no more.
The shame one wears
Of an open sore.
Anything but curious,
Birthed, you see.
These determined little monsters,
Born out of me.

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