Temporary

Clarity
Fled
With the first bittersweet
Something
The promise of nothing
Of departure
Betrayed by the Truth
In her
Eyes

Scattered across her face
Easily read in the lines of her lips
The

Closing of eyes
And the meeting of
Minds

She falls
Trips
Spills
Pours

She won't say it

Frozen limbs
Held still by
A sudden flood of warmth
Contentment within the-
Underlying the-
Fear of release

She closes down only to find
Him
Reading her face
And telling it back to her

With cool the alacrity
Of a scholar

She hadn't realized her
Strong tower
Her fortress
(her prison)
Had been breached

She finds a place to hide
Between his teeth

She flutters
In a cage suddenly unbounded
By gilded
Acid laced bars

And
Like a bright fragment of pain
She soars
Bird-winged
Into a crystalline night
she can no longer interpret

She tumbles
Lost
Under clarion stars which
Pinpoint her location
in a silversweet language
She can not understand

And as the temperature
Begins to rise
She recognizes the dawn
And heads towards the horizon
Spreading her
Suddenly discovered wings






- sarah[inprogress]

Stoic

Dissatisfaction
Suddenly brimming on the edge of my lips
The tip of my tongue

The sour taste of dashed hope
Suffices for my supper

I suffer in everlasting silence
Bleeding out my words of
A pain not comprehended
Onto a page shimmering red
With innocent blood

Haste
Making my fingertip tremble
Sensation of cold
Heat
Drawing out the acid white
Pain of
Bitter mistrust

I bite my fingernails to the quick
In
Panic
That I then suppress
With my blinding smiles
Slight widening of doe eyes

So you cannot see
That I am afraid.

- sarah[inprogress]

Potential

She whispers a word
Into the air
And watches it freeze
Katink
It shatters to the ground in fragments of pearly white
Goblin teeth that
Bite at her ankles and make her
Back away

Her eyes sit before her
On a silver platter
Blinded

She is bound
With ropes of wintergreen
To the cold iron rods of the
Gate which guards
The graves

To protect the living from the dead
And the cold black iron
Burns her skin

And her skin peels away in strips of
Dewy red

She hangs her head
And breathes
The pain intrigues
She is caught
Bought

She hardly even fought
Her edges shimmer
In the void

She is evergreen
And melancholy
She is winter ice against your teeth

With the potential to devastate
She is holly and hemlock
Belladonna stained fingertips prying at iron locks until she bleeds

A wayward goddess
She grieves
Honeyed lips lie with
No remorse

Dark horse
She comes from behind
To bind you

So here she stays
Bound to
The in-between by
Iron
Salt

And

The dawn



- sarah[inprogress]

denied

In the quiet
Of a dark morning
She contemplates
Eternity
And all the Ifs and why's
That plague
She presses her mouth
To the cold reflection of her soul
In her dark scrying glass
And ponders the outcome of tomorrow
She is mere flesh
At times a vapor that blows away
In the early morning breeze
Clinging mindless
To the bark of trees
She is denied the most basic of instincts

Trust

She bleeds desire
But has nothing to bind her wound.

Replica

silver sharp
image
of
a girl i once was

awash in
bittersweet
recriminations

i tell myself
it will be alright
and then
deny that there
was anything wrong

once again
a gold haloed icon
in the eyes of
a sycophant
desperate for

attention

awash in
recrimination
i cling to the vestige of hope
that once was offered

its tatters of
red
staining my hands
and tearing apart my soul
as it falls to pieces

marks like fingertips
grace my throat
souvenir of
capitulation
speculation
sacrifice.

carmine
and
heliotrope
violet
indigo
green
yellow

sick colors that
scream

of my incompetence


How can i stand to
look into eyes that
see me?

All my life i have been hiding.