dark poems

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    a mum’s vow

    ink on paper, hand on heart
    we all must die – so give me a head start.
    i’ll skip along ahead and ready your room
    six feet under, i’ll prettify your tomb.
    when it’s your turn, i’ll unlock the soil –
    the quicksand will churn, your bell will toll.
    you’ll find u have perfect eyesight, and no need for food
    but if your worries haven’t ceased, u have died a fool.

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    along the way

    Wide open spaces, join me there.
    Lie beside me a while, breathe in the air.
    I’ll breathe with you, I’ll do my best,
    As I remember sobs and whimpering gasps.

    i can’t touch you, i never will
    you don’t know me, stranger in the field
    but had you come by, two hours before
    things would have been so different, so pure

    i wouldn’t have screamed those sounds of despair
    wouldn’t have known i would beg for air
    wouldn’t have shared the intimacy of red
    as i gurgled in terror, and my gashed chest bled

    i would have met you, become your friend
    you’d have given me a ride, you’d be my godsend
    and i would have been your bride someday
    our future, unlocked, by my going astray

    but his car came first, in the decided universe
    apart, yet together, our paths have diverged
    i linger just to meet you, because i had seen
    post-life – our love, all that we could have been

    Do you see the ladybug, perched on that leaf?
    Do you wonder at its fresh redness, do you smell the sin?
    Perhaps you’re growing uneasy, you stand to go
    I don’t blame you, my would-have-been lover, not I, no.

    I hear your breath grow ragged, I hear your keys turn
    At the spatter of ladybugs, my raw inelegance.
    I hear your strangled cry, I hear the tires screech,
    I look at you, as my body hardens in a ditch.

     

    Goodbye stranger, reclaim your sunshine
    I’ll always be your dead girl, your gruesome find.

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    the already-eaten

    If I dress myself as cake,
    And eat myself up
    There’d be none left for vultures
    Thinks my foolish beating heart.

    If I dress myself as cake,
    And act like a nut
    I might confuse the vultures
    Recasts that foolish, foolish heart

    But the vultures have come and gone
    Oh my delirious heart
    And you’re pumping out last thoughts
    in a spreading pool of blood.

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    morbid girl helps mama bird

    through the window a bird flew in
    at her desk a girl sat and trilled:
    why have you come birdie?

    “to nest my babies in you,” it said.
    so the girl gutted herself
    and offered it a nest of her entrails.