Spider LungsThere are spider webs in my lungs.Spider Lungs by Azzuen-B
They contract and dilate
Rip and tear
with each grasping attempt to respire
as I choke on lies
and strawberry aftershave.
Blue lippedYour lips are blue and blackBlue lipped by Azzuen-B
Darkling with bloody cracks,
In a thin line, chewed and freezing.
Locks of fire hang down and dance
As we shuffle our way up the frosted ladder
Into the warm caress of a velvet sky,
and a roasted flue on the rooftop.
Wiping the red spiderweb off arched cheekbones,
with the cuff of a soft leather jacket.
You’ve been fighting again-
You’re never hurt when you’re running.
Pinking our hands over the edges of the flue,
and the red tears are almost all gone.
There will be more. I know.
But right now I don’t care.
Right now I love the sweet tang of your blood on my tongue,
The scrape of your split skin on my cheek, my neck.
My shoulders and nose.
I am a star on this roof.
On this run down hot roof in the sky.
Taste of YouThis stardust on my tongue is dry.Taste of You by Azzuen-B
Tastes like ashes.
Tastes like sidewalk.
Tastes like you.
Tastes like the slow drip.
The slow drip of black blood-
seeping through my twisted ribs-
Through my fingers with a steady
to the floor.
Waiting for a silent scream.
Because silent screams
are the only things to break these broken dreams.
To give me release.
The burning purifies.
It restores by removal,
Clean like a boiled knife.
I burned myself todayI Burned myself today,I burned myself today by Azzuen-B
and it made me think of you.
How you wouldn’t want to touch me,
for fear my outsides had become as delicate as my insides.
That I might finally crumble beneath your touch.
That I would flake and chip away kiss by kiss
‘till I was
You needn’t worry so,
because you already love a burned girl.
Cinnamon singed ochre licks at the edges of my being.
Bleeds through the brown of murk-filled eyes.
Painted SkinPainted Skin:Painted Skin by WordOfChen
He smiles at you, as you enter the office;
Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain.
His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately
And you quickly suppress a cough.
"Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved."
His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance;
Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews.
His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on
And you're really getting quite tired.
"Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!"
You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room.
The expectation is to see it bedecked with acolades;
Yet bare walls, cold and empty, are all that greets you.
"Are you listening to me, I'm telling you why this isn't good enough. LISTEN TO ME!"
You take a look at the cup of coffee you were offered,
Cheap and lukewarm; you narrow your eyes.
"Is there a problem? I'm being honest, this is for YOUR OWN GOOD!"