Linear time Is a trick of the light Everyone looks pleased to see me I gave the sheet a sheering Intimate and revealing Danger! Fragile roof lights above As we frantically skate On icy heights Reaching for Impossible delights A reckoning is drunk Holding moonlight goblets Heroes unsprung

What do you do With your tunics of skin? When you are not performing For the Feminine? Hide away, escape to the Adoring water Quiver away From the fire You are not worthy of her You are he who pursued her You are the first deserter Of the divine law You are the devils gateway You are the unsealer Of that forbidden tree You tricked her Into revealing her secret She cannot undo it For this... Is her undoing

The beasts have been released and the hounds have found the doe. Fear squeals in heoinous panic as fury pours from the wrinkled eyes of the black monsters. This room is quiet, blooming - a mild sunny spring day. And yet chaos and horror intertwine with crimson tides in the centre of this space. It seems that they have come from nowhere. Peace exists at the edges; by the mantle, the window sills, the corners. I am forced to watch. From this velvet chair. I am not able to help

A new day Illuminates a pond Snowdrops springing on the banks Reeds rustling in the wind I'm a frog, in the hands of a God The Neptune spell is broken I'm placed into the open And encouraged to swim There are beasts in these waters Consuming your daughters In cold blooded slaughter But that doesn't stop me I dive in, I'm upside down, I'm scared But I won't be stopped This is where I live I forgive the beasts They have already lost They cannot connect Hearts in permafrost I sw

In a car that smelt Like stale coffee and Mints At every heavy brake on this car At every fury driven acceleration I sink Deeper into sickness Deeper into fear Deeper into dread "This is for your own good!" He screams, so close to my face I feel his stagnant stinking breath On my pleading face as I Beg him to stop He can see how it pains me He can see how it claims me This sickness moves to Valleys of my soul As tears of waterfalls Run through me Eroding into Caverns of sorro

My body is made from All the time Which has come Before. All of the series of events Which have superseded this moment. I am colossal. I am an amalgamation of everything That has come to pass. I feel in such deep, Treacherous, Ways. I feel in cosmic force. I've had many apocalypse And creation myth. I've had many evolutions, Black holes, Supernovas. I feel, And I won't be ashamed To feel. Or be. I am a creation. I am creating. My life as it happens. Light, dark, Moving this f

My hips click and clatter Bones are Scattered Unstable Infrastructure Thoughts are Wrought My womb feels Consumed Lassoed, Devoured You would gladly Set my fibers On fire, blame me for being Flammable Under your Ivory tower Womb moves onto Another loom Hoping this time The process can be Gentler

The clock broke this morning My alarm dial snapped Fitting, really The howling in my room From the heating of this school Is whispering around me Be careful Stay sane These waters They cannot Be saved The radar raged Electricity blew Left in this ghost ship A child - Not a crew

I bring a mallet, a hammer To the Penrose steps I tear up the carpet with my teeth Ripping threads From the root My fingernails scratching at the screws Of the floorboards, blood is pouring Down my arms Tears drench the ripped yarn The mallet is swung There will be no stairs for us to Dance on Through the peril Onwards, past infinity I climb further Than our cycle I am caught In a snare, Someone stares Without a care Consumed by The shadow In the valley of death I know I have

Do I have Chestnut blight? Or ailment on the eyes? Phosphorescent pain Listening to my insides What's my next move? What do I want to choose? A spider wanders over My forehead Swings between my eyes Death was swift There was no disguise I see you You cannot run and hide

My heart smells like burnt dessert. A thick charcoal layer sits, as if it was filled in volcanic rock. The pain aches and runs through my veins. I want to scoop it up with a spoon, and feed it to you. I want it to poison your teeth, make you decay, for you to taste what you have done to me. Nonetheless... upon retrospect... Maybe the chef just needs to know when to stop. Maybe the chef needs to trust their intuition when something has cooked enough. When charcoal burns very h

As the blurry hills Rollover midwinter And the sparkle of summer Drifts out it's last grief The nebula of my Inner Puella, sighs out A last relief Coronated I am Pierced and punctuated Rooted and crowned Greeting with sovereignty A role duty bound This long night Shivers in disbelief As the sun cracks above the Mischievous fog Saying, "Brighter, brighter, To the castle, you shall find her The queen of the land Do right by her!" And The day feels Like a lick of lemon cake

Drifts of sulphur mists A burnt shock Upon humid rock Choking on rifts Of barren land She is found there Rancid and scared Nothing to hold; Everything scolds I build her a space Of safety and grace Flimsy at first But, feeling less cursed I build her some more Candles and covers Equilibrium at the core Peaceful slumber returns Of this rest, she yearns I tell her - I will return A hope churns She lifts

A burnt yellow Aching delight A play with light Yellow ochre Smoked honey Sweet exposure I want to eat it Be drenched in it Be full of it Ribbons and curlings Licking through my mind Dark chimes Serve to remind Glimmers of the Divine Among the Shadows of Burnt tips Feels like Magic Which warms my Shivery mind