Apologies for braking. Yellow lights are jumpy,

even in metaphor. I am as anxious as a jar of atoms.

I don’t know why I write black and white

when I am middle, doe-ish, anxious tapping,

a cat chasing a laser. At least the moon has phases.

I only skitter. My mother was a bat

and my father was a crater. Imagine if you cut me,

what would leak out. Some flurried fluid, all beating wings,

no buzzcut. The good thing about living

as a triangle is that there is some predictability:

my sighs are proportional to my sides,

and there are only so many degrees to slant.

A tightness just below my heart threatens to suffocate my lungs and patience wears thin. The skin on my forehead forms mounds that may remain permenant features at this rate as I watch a very solid mahogany door. No noise comes through, no light shines neath it’s bottom edge- only darkness encases its stained patterns.

Something scuttles past, an extra shadow cast on the floor. It pauses as if looking at the door. My heart picks up in tempo and my muscles tense, ready to run. Does she suspect? Has she found me?

The shadow grows in size as she approaches the door which creaks eerily as small hands push hard on the heavy wood. With the click of a switch, light floods the room and I adjust to remain in the shadow of a dresser. She enters.

”Mommmy?” she calls with a giggle. I shuffle in my spot, eager to jump and grab her off the ground.

She ducks under the bed and then waddles to the closet. I smile excited as she makes her way to me. Because no matter what-

“Mommy! I found you!” she jumps on my lap and laughs, I pull her close in a tight embrace.

And I will always find you.

He knows that i love him.

But at this hour of time,

He needs that i assure him.

Assure him that i love him.

I love him like the bright sun,

But right now i’ll be the moon

Not shining but calming.

I always cuddle like a koala

But today i’ll hunt down his problems

Like a fierce monster.

Tonight i will not make love to him

Rather talk love to him.

I will cease all his pain,

Not like a girl but like a band aid.

I will make him feel like Heaven,

After burning his worries like Hell.

I will do anything.

All for him.

Just for him.

Mistakes are the pathway

To a better understanding

Of how the world works.

But

A better understanding

Doesn't always mean

That there will be success.

Success is the trail

That one stumbles upon

As it is hidden within

The path that mistakes create,

Easy to miss

And hard to follow.

Pieces break, alone

Love shattering into dust,

Desperate end comes

#haiku #heartbreak #alone #break #love

The blank page

Stares up at me,

Taunting silently.

I feel the words

In the back of

My throat,

But they won’t come.

No matter what

I try, they stubbornly

Stick.

I force myself

To vomit up the words.

Nonsensical words,

Covered in gore,

Tears, and insanity.

I smear around the words,

But nothing changes.

And all there is

Is

Smeared Vomit.

-Text Copyright 2019 (c) Leigh Rachele Thrompt-

Let’s kiss scars and compare our contrasts, whispering of new things remembered - old things forgotten and all the bullshit in between while fucking ourselves silly till we no can longer speak. Share lungs just to breathe then fall asunder to keep dreaming to keep waking for better things to come and come and

sleep.

We’ll wake hand in hand taking long walks edging all those middle of nowheres, turning down dirt roads riding each other top speed through the bush to show Mother Nature the full belly of our beasts...

we'll frame memories in heartbeats and lost breath

but first

Shhh...

be silent a moment

and just lay back,

give me

a chance

to react before

I become your prey

those eyes, hypnotic

they mesmerize me

and I need to

develop you within

fully completely before

I give in and let you

devour me whole

animal and all as

You howl and I crawl

and the night evolves

into all that follows 

The grass parts for her,

A doe in the field.

She honors it and bows

Low to the cool earth.

Claws catch a twig nearby.

She snaps to sight,

Light and tense--

But the grass parts for her.