Friends

April 24, 2016 § Leave a comment

They lurk just beneath

The surface. That stench?

That’s them.

Because they’re the rotting corpse

Of what I used to be.

They’re drunk

On my blood

They feast

On my flesh

Then they finish up

By smoking

On my breath.

They’re my friends,

These corpses

Because friends never leave…

They never leave.

 

 

Advertisements

Remember Me

April 18, 2016 § Leave a comment

Forgotten in the moonlight

Clandestine girly giggles

Mingled with the sour scent

Of week old whiskey…

Every breath you took

Cut deeper into my throat

But that’s okay

Death has an embrace I hear.

If you forget, I’ll remind you,

I’m the flesh you greedily grab,

In the orgy that is the world.

The curves your eyes feast on

Unbeknownst to the owner.

The lipstick stain on the

Glass that holds your nectar

The poison you use

To put your victim to rest.

I am the sheets that twine

Between your legs and hers.

The mascara that’ll run

Down her face in the morning.

I am the smoke that emits,

From between the scarlet lips,

The sweet scent

Of perfume and despair.

Among the light laughter

I am the undertone that denies

I am what sucks out

The polite.

Don’t forget me so easy,

I am going nowhere,

The flame that I am,

Will only be put out by your ashes.

Where Am I?

You are currently viewing the archives for April, 2016 at FLOOPTASTIC.

%d bloggers like this: