Dungeon Light

Our bodies tousled,
Exchanging body heat.
Pace quickening,
Slide of your grip.

Pinned to your cradle.
Cage me in, there is nothing better outdoors.

Against your expiration,
Is a pleasure creating completion.

Magnetic forces, grind. Prepare to release.

Your bones to be crushed, break inside my hand.

We have awoken in the company of midnights memory.
Filling gaps and spaces, silk building into our skin.
Absorbing the cells of one another,
It ends in cymbals thrashing.

It's time to press the repeat button, darling.

Philosopher's Floor

Crowd collapse,
Pink lace, and skin desired.

The hammock that you've chosen
Collapsed into the ocean.

Too late to save,
Your lungs gave away.

Oxygen creating
Air on the surface.

And that was the last of your living.

And we still infect these waters..

Shut Down

Cringing by the sound of your voices,
Eyes all on me.
Judged.

I can worry about myself.
I need space, air.

I need loneliness, isolate.

Your criticism isn't going to change me,
Or make me move faster.

Stop staring, judging, whispering.
Start asking, talking, trying.

It makes me happy to displease you,
It disgusts me that your happy when I'm unhappy with what I see in the mirror.

Content in my state of shrivel.
And I will literally shrivel to pieces,
Without you kept quiet.

You need a muzzle for that,
I have my own trap permanently yelling at me inside my head.