The Gentle Rhythms Of Grief
She left her study untidy.
Not typical.
Not at all.
She left her plants to die.
That is unlike her.
Unlike her.
I just heard her voice.
I know I did.
I did not.
So, what was your reason for leaving like that?
Were you in pain?
I know you were.
I was willing to lend you my strength.
All that I had.
I see now.
She left her books on the kitchen table.
That's really not like her.
Not at all.
Everything collapsed when you left.
Everything.
I'm picking up the pieces.
She did not disappear.
She did not vanish.
She just left.
What is this?
Every day filled with numbing pain.
Life is grand.
But not like this.
Since your departure, I lost all my wishes.
What really am I feeling?
The Red River At East Berwick Drive 3
As I breathe, my waves they swell, I bury all sorrow in my chest.
I am a nameless deity, the ripples upon my surface my crimson crest.
My strength immeasurable, yet I treat you with a gentle touch.
My dear, you yearn for silence, still and sweet, yet you speak so much.
Rest your voice and rest your head and lie down at my tranquil shore.
Your restlessness a brutal foe, my dear I know you long for more.
A maiden voyage through my soul and body, leave your scent and leave your taste.
Behold my power, behold my grace, as I strike, everything is laid to waste.
Burning swallows illuminate my surface, every death a twisting blade.
Every soul is bound to rest, yet every ghost kneels at my gate.
Though for now you are safe with me, fear not what will come to pass.
Walk upon my shore of obsidian pebbles and brazen grass.
The Red River At East Berwick Drive 2
Spirits weep and angels rage as trauma torn children shield their face.
Every ounce of bravery is broken in this dark embrace.
But I flow, so gracefully and carry all these carcasses.
Gouge your eyes as your kindred fades, that is the face of heartlessness.
Hear the story of all these children that I bear inside of me.
Bathe in me and speak to them, lead the way and set them free.
What is lost and what is found is hidden in my ruby heart.
Bathe in me and break this curse, and find the end of every start.
My dear, your every move so artful as you swim with my gentle waves.
Like a firefly in the garden of hope, you sparkle in this crimson grave.
A gondola of golden glass heading towards the delta of dreams.
Your heart so full of errors past, splitting open at the seams.
My dear, my water shall cleanse your skin, all regrets will wash away.
I am the eldest body in this world and in my wake all will decay.
A gondola of golden glass heading towards the sacred sea.
Your war shall end, I am your bed of peace, all your turmoil stays with me.
Let me paint you gold and red, from your hair down to your feet
Bathe in me and taste my blood, I will fill you with memories oh so sweet.
A gondola of golden glass heading towards the eternal beach.
Let me guide you, let me hold you, those holy shores you will one day reach.
The Red River At East Berwick Drive
A gondola of bones heading towards purgatory.
Upon the Red River, flowing ever so silently.
Little lights dancing woefully on the surface.
Subtle waves like silken cloth as the Red River whispers.
"I love you dear, come drink of me.
We will become the world and so much more.
Have my love and have my hate, I will free you of your stagnant state.
Bloody lungs, a broken soul, your grace a horrid scene of filth.
Yet everything about you my dear, so wonderful, beyond my words.
I love you dear, come drink of me. I must feel you drown in me."
A gondola of bones heading towards a sweet demise.
Upon the Red River, washing away all crooked lies.
Fine wisps of black smoke dancing adroitly on the surface.
Every wave like crimson crystal dunes as the Red River whispers.
"I love you dear, come drink of me.
My blood shall be your remedy.
Sink into me, I will shelter you, forever in my cold embrace.
Sink into me, I will carry you, forever until the end of days.
Tranquility awaits you, at my mouth a million miles away.
I love you dear, come drink of me. Come with me to the golden bay."
Letter To A Girl Who Doesn’t Know My Name
I gifted you a purse of exotic snake leather. I couldn't wait to see your reaction. You didn't even smile.
This isn't love, this is war. You keep digging trenches to keep my army at bay. But my will is my artillery.
You don't appreciate my endless tenacity. That's fine, I know one day you will. I killed that snake all by myself.
The fine diamond dust from your skin makes my lungs bleed. I can barely breathe in this dense cyan mist.
Your tainted grin is so addicting. You are my nubile evergreen in a forest of ashen apparitions. So lush.
So alluring, your marble face. I painted your portrait the other day. I became more aroused with every stroke.
The air this suffocating summer is so thick like the damp thicket of a hellish jungle. I cannot think straight.
One day I thought of your scintillating skin. I imagined your divine body before me. Your looks beyond compare.
The next day I climaxed to your pictures. I couldn't handle the eruption of unadulterated ecstacy.
When will the day come? When will you speak to me? I am always the one to strike up a conversation. Pathetic.
I didn't mean to eavesdrop but I overheard you talking about a girl who was raped last night. Are you afraid?
Of course you are afraid. I will strike you down. You will drown in my spit and choke on my fist. My aloof love.
A Harlot’s Poem
Such beauty she hides
Between her scarred thighs
Slit the throats of the brides
As the child begs and cries
Hungry eyes are her nightly wage
As she burns her diary page for page
Her beige paper skin is what they crave
As her body disintegrates wave for wave
Her lungs for all to flood
Her face like a lake of blood
The sheets stained with mud
The story of a battered slut
Nights so heavy like her broken bones
Her masters upon onyx thrones
The tribulations of dragging stones
Prayers drowned out by screams and moans
Letter To A Girl I’d Like To Know
Looks like missiles, straight to the dome.
You don't know my name, yet your words my holy tome.
You don't know my aim, a razor straight to the bone.
A sky of brittle eyes, a blackened heart of stone.
Rejoice my love! Soon we'll meet my love! Why am I crying?
When I smell your scent, my thoughts they go flying.
As you walk past you leave a trail of diamond dust.
We'll play a game, a sport of tainted trust.
I know you well my devilish whore!
Superficial and dumb to the core!
Yet so beautiful like dried semen shimmering ever so slightly.
With eyes like marble and emerald shining oh so brightly.
There will be no pain, my dear what a shame, your shirt has a stain.
I see you dear, albeit from a far, as screams conquer my brain.
My mouth starts to water as I warm myself at your ember.
I will give you everything, yes love, you will remember.
Your home, a wonderful domicile built of ivory and jade.
A place of ecstasy for me where all my sorrows fade.
I watch intently as you undress your opalescent frame.
I will caress your diamond heart, sweet love, I will take the blame.
Your windows grant an exhilarating vision, I stare for hours.
Your graceful body between white pillars and flowers.
Your front door like a gate to heaven, I let myself in.
I am no enemy yet my intent full of sin.
I'll ignite this night like a bundle of kindling, watch, as I breath fire.
I float through this night like a ghost, I promise tonight we won't tire.
Love has been slaughtered, my innards pulsate to a hellish beat.
Your faint sounds like a delectable treat.
I approach, slowly, the humid air, carries your gift.
These wounds I will deliver, like crystal rifts.
I tear you apart, first skin then flesh.
I bask in your panic and bathe in the mess.
This horrid climax I brought about, like an act of war.
Your room now grey, pink and red - full of gore.
I take everything you have leaving you forever seething.
You don't know my name and I consume your very being.
The War We All Fight
Porcelain bodies flung against a cold, white wall.
Frail and silent voices, drowned out by the wind.
Oh Savagery, whom will you take from me today?
Hopeful voyages, onward to reclaim our humanity.
An exposed heart, still beating, feasted on by a dozen of leeches.
Oh Lust, what will you take from me today?
A room filled with eyeless faces, profiles barely human.
Apparitions of Hadean origin roaming aimlessly between dimensions.
Oh Despair, whom will you take from me today?
Valiant spirits erased with one violent strike.
Abominations hunted down and slaughtered.
Oh Hatred, what will you take from me today?
Nobody is safe.
Nobody is beautiful.
Nobody will hear.
Don't you dare run, don't you dare die. What are we supposed to do?
Who will guide us?
Who will save us?
Who will kill us?
Don't you dare speak, don't you dare fall silent. What are we supposed to do?
Nina Layton-Rose and the Child of Ashmedai
Nina gave birth to a faceless being.
Nina gave birth to a ball of wax.
Nina gave birth to a child in aspic.
Nina gave birth to a limbless curse.
A kiss among the roaches in a palace built of sin.
A mother bent and broken, twenty sigils on her skin.
An army of red spiderlings sang to the newlyweds.
A thousand blades of bone adorned the chest beneath her bed.
Nina gave birth to a formless creature.
Nina gave birth to a lump of clay.
Nina gave birth to a fattened maggot.
Nina gave birth to a silent bane.
Conceived in a tub filled with needles and faces.
A paroxysm in the most forlorn of places.
A war raging inside, a moan on the outside, a numbing fever.
A victim of uncertain lust - the greatest deceiver.
Nina gave birth to the vilest of children.
Nina gave birth to a twitching heap.
Nina gave birth to a most cruel deity.
Nina gave birth to a rotten apple.
"I am the mother of all that is dark, the mother of all disgust!
The harbinger of all the wrath of totality!
The Bible's defilement, the deflowering of God!
The shit that you eat and the piss that you drink!
All that has been and all that will be, chained by my will!
An evergrowing entity of horrid visions!
Omnipresent in my hatred and merciless in my judgement!
I am the one who conjures your nightmares!
I am the one who crushes your dreams!
I am the source of all deceit and the core of all hate!
For I bestow upon you now the monarch of all that is heinous, wicked and crooked!"
Nina gave birth to a sinister beast.
Nina gave birth to the end of this world.
Nina gave birth to an unlit match.
Nina gave birth to a mass of dead flies.
Nina gave birth to the all seeing eye.
Nina gave birth to the Child of Ashmedai.