trees and trees.

a foot, a foot eddies in the water; an albatross is glued to the sea with dark littered eyes and the keel sea swallows its feathers in the furrow of air, mouthfuls of offal red, red they eye, then eat; then the womb in cold echoers echoers of blood, blood sleep such a last trawling… Read More trees and trees.

during winters.

the unseen darkness and ghosts of madmen pluck the death in me with lady’s slipper petals; craters of blackberry oyster shells lay at night during winters; the red fingernails of grief, the oceania flowers drowned and in our minds we dissolve like white tombs of the moon. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. First appeared… Read More during winters.

drowning.

as through I dream the dying things and brambles hunch with elbows of the moon’s hoofbeats on my white fingers; mouthfuls of red or shadows to the mid-drowning of the dream, I died once in the ghost of the sea you kill me. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for the dVerse prompt: Write… Read More drowning.

Venus.

I dreamed in Venus a darkness without a place in mistier all-the-dead feet at our bones in our graves the acacia weeps we, like Ophelia, fall then drown but, madness is not without a place the sea waits and severs the white lines of the sun, and leaf, I toe, to rock, to tree and… Read More Venus.

“My Symphony of Angelical Pain” by Benyin.

Then, was enslaved in your sheathin a bosom of appearing angelic roars;hosting daringly with perfectlygroomed verses, ofyour patterns of inflictionsUnfold me; mold me!I am available for yourdesiring wraths.Untame me, hold me,I am yearning whollyto see your demogorgonsSuspended in waves I shook my petalsbrightly fair to raid your waging pedalsConsole my hungerto behold in your slumberConsole… Read More “My Symphony of Angelical Pain” by Benyin.

fall together.

every crevicetracing whiteof the lonely earth;rock and boneentwine  in the eyes of acanthine leavesall starved in newborn waves; losing or death if we never fall nor dreamand we sit on branch’s bone, and dream’s death,it gives us an offbeat sparrowwhile we, mourning our oceans,see the mindthat makes the root of madnessor rock, we could neverfall together. © 2020 lucysworks.com All… Read More fall together.

solitary dream.

A deep sleep in winter’s canyon turned away to the solitary dream— where it is systematic before a silence of grief; the canticle is seen through other eyes, not mine, and I don’t understand a word, whispers press unmourned in your eyes, the trace of winter hungry in different hungers despite the reverence of red… Read More solitary dream.