100 Poems For The Soul

Fucked

  It only hurts a little, said the incubus to the silken sheets.
Your breath tasted like sky.
I never did say never, but I didn't mean now. But your skin is on fire and you call my eyes the ocean while yours shine like fever embers stuck in my throat. You need me, you dreamed me and here I am. I need to be needed, sad but true.

There was never a rhythm so primal, said my heartbeat to my aching body.
Your bones were boiled and then wrapped up in velvet packages- this is one string I should not have let tangle in my fingers.
I hope one morning I will either wake up and have no memory of this night, or not wake up at all. These torn and dirty sheets will have tangled around my windpipe once and for all.

Just let go, said valium to my sore synapses.
The world can wait another few days.
I'll shut out the light, you shut out the images imprinted on bloodied retinas. Permanence is overrated and forever is a curse in disguise.

We used to be such good kids, said my inner child.
But once you start stealing candy, there's only one way to go. Straight to hell. I hate the taste of sugar these days, it catches on the lump in my throat. We were angels, bored, who folded their wings and plummeted out of curiosity. Sooner or later, we wound up
Six feet under.