Hurricane 🖤🚬⚰️


Hurricane hellishly spinning severingly throughout every foundation I beautifully built as a shrine to our souring relationship 

The car crash obliterating all I was with my naive bright eyed bountiful hopes & dreams 

Gnashing nails from cryptid ,cracking ,and splintering boards of my beaded coffin adorned in all those cherished memoirs 

The hinges blown off by the loaded gun you pulled upon your departure deeming me condemned property 

For sale sign on this house of horrific pain depleting and fucking deleting 

Overgrown yards full of our dead flowers and wasted hours

Just whiskey warming the breeze of all the bruises you left to brutalize and scrutinize me 

Empty blue pool gazing out at a gloomy sun setting on all  the puncture wounds you gauged into my heart 

But your tucked under this dust bed with all my cocaine blues 

Still paying this damned toll and it’s been a six year shit show 

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He stopped speaking when our spark fizzled into flavorless, flat lined , forgotten ashes 

The enigma of amusement faded from his Hazel irises as our passion slowly died 

Though he never sees me cry doesn’t mean I’m not emptied with agony inside 

Sometimes I stare at his naked silhouette hungering for that carnal intwining 

But her name caresses his tongue and he thinks I’m blind but I can smell her wrapped up like a poisoning present upon his body 

When he does climb atop me it’s no me whom he sees

I’m the repulsive wife he is no longer in love with and she’s the shiny new sports car ready to joy ride

So I can starve myself in this mirror but no matter how many ribs I can count or how much more blonde I dye my hair he won’t ever truly be there 

But I’ll be damned if I let them throw me to the wolves because tonight is the night I show him and her both what the shadows can truly bring 

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🔥 Fire ⚰️🚬

Fire in his veins 

The hesitant flame burning in the core of my own soul 

I could taste sweet hell upon his full lips of foolish fooling around 

He knows he is the wound and when his blade pierces it is precisely penetrated deep in the tender tear transcending my shivering flesh 

The force of arms that entrance this devil ridden dance in which he plays aloud upon every heart string still clinging to my sensitive binding craving 

A spell for a wicked while stretching on for miles on this highway of no return in a trial of tribulating learning 

He is vile poisonous nightshade but I’m addicted to his deadly games of passionate pursuit 

Chasing me to the edge of fading but when he lights my torch I let it scorch the warning label right off his bottle of whiskey brewed in brilliant trouble 

I’m seeing fucking double 

All the good girl in me watered down in his tub of sentimental sin showering my thighs in the magic of mayhem 

Pull the trigger just a bit more 

I want it all til it’s gone again 

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I have seen it all crumble to the ground .Watched my heart die a thousand times .Broken picture frames and frementing roses rot to daring dust.My mind a showcase of surrendered dreams drifting passively away.I try and pick up the shards.Pieces of this peering pyramid puzzle but it only cuts deeper til I can feel the bare bone.Judgement jarring jagged ripples of stolen moments.The river sending Sonic waves through my shamed misery but I bottle it up in an overflowing jar of fleeting hopes and failing faith in this picasso of blinded beautiful chronically depressed loathing🖤🖤🖤

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Scarlet Hill

I withered to dust on my scarlet hill of indifference and clinically depressed contemplation 

Blurred landscapes sliding , slamming,shamefully shuffling old regrets into vast,vivid,view 

Is it hell or is it heaven?How the fuck will I ever know ?Is it me or is it you?

I hate my pound of flesh,despise this she beast berating ruefully within the tendons and tissue of my corpse covered in good intentions,riddles rave rantingly on my scabbed lips of livid death

My need to entertain the tormentors tearing tid bits of my reflection and my sense of normalcy is fleeting.My breathe shallow and my heartbeat nearly silent 

The curtain is closing with these dire ,downing walls which imprison me so violently as all that remains of my creative mind strains for that last hopeless chance 

No more serenading songs of believing just needlepoint narcotic bleeding 

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Three years fading

Three years of love left discarded among the Cypress trees tangled up in slamming doors 

Screaming curse words weighted in razor like hell spun among these tarnished and worn out turf tattered floors rotted forevermore

All the blame clinging to my thickening tongue .No war won just battle scars and bloodshot eyes of numb shores emptied and evolved to nothing but ashen heartache

Your memories haunt these Halls of hard times.Just whiskey fills the pit of shit left to settle in the dust

Tears trail behind me like colorless cold rain as your face dissipates from view

Your touch erased from a bed of poisonous nails that bury deep

No trace of true love left 

Just flashes of fading memories


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Characteristic Transformation:Thrumming Rage

The sore grew into a malevolent coil crusading a characteristic  transformation

A passive response would not be rendered from my viciously unsettling soul for the storm wrought to great a toll

The wound split splice in serious contemplating crude rage splattering my will to keep my snapping demons at bay 

That dying morphine would not numb the beast pacing violently through my outraged mind 

The smile of thine enemy I would tear vicariously away until only bone and blood filled my fluttering blue orbs of enlightened ravenous raging 

Thrumming through my veins the vengeful appetite of an unappeasing undefined devilish seeking

I would not be defeated or turn my cheek in forgiving innocent nature for the bomb in my human complex has been detonated 

And my humanity weaved and weathered persistently away 

Sometimes only the fight remains.The pounding of rememberance through heaving heavy fists

The battle scream of victorious justice 

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