No Alarms and No Surprises, please?

Evidently, I get it from my dad.

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Hearts Beating In The Wings

YOU are my Red Bull.

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Here.

In coils and shapes adrift at sea

In sounds and words, lilting in the breeze

In hopes and hurts, in a bruise or a scar

In the prayers of a child, flitting in from afar.

Close your eyes, let the pulse swell within you

Hold them tight, don't let a sight confuse you

Open them now, and find the world ablaze.

Feel the heat, voice your fears, hear the flames.

Know that, here, there is no beauty to be found.

Save Your Scissors

I am desperately searching for the words that will describe what hell this is I have put myself into. From one hell to another, like gaping thresholds entangled in a kiss, I float with no sense of reality to tether me to the blessings I have in this life.

Please, reel me in. Please, forgive me the mistakes I made in moments of weakness, of solitude, of loneliness. Please, find a place in your heart, a place for me to hide from all the world and its evils...

Of the gifts i have witnessed

The thing i most miss

Is the shape of your warm lips

Sealed in a kiss.

Being A Safe Place

the words tease me, and my soul sways in some perverse contentment.

This calm will only last for a moment. Before all hell breaks loose again.

Please, someone stop this spiral from turning.

In the Water

From within, he removes the cardioid vessel which he hopes will keep him alive. A swift sharp knock on the apex sprays a shard here a splinter there. The vessel is now ready for the process. With jittering hands, he tilts the vial gently, till crimson flows to fill one vacuum to create another. The thin liquid quickly spreads out from the tip at one end to the curves opposite, until, fully occupying the cardioid, begins to leak out from the crack at the apex. He takes several shallow breaths, trying to carefully return the glass-cracked heart to its plinth.

She watches him walk back in, his skin pale as milk, stretched taut over his knuckles, sinew rippling in spasms. He sits next to her wordlessly, and responds to raised eyebrows with a shake of his head. She suspects something is wrong, but she never pushes him. These moments are fragile enough when shared without intrusion. Her fingers dig into his palm, and she draws them back to reveal red-tipped nails quivering in remorse.

Someday...she would pour this blood into his heart.