In the moonlight, she looked almost blue;

the silver of her hair, glowing-

the white of her smile, gleaming-

the amber of her eyes, burning.

In the moonlight, I thought I saw her shiver;

in the pale skin, a twitch-

in the lithe limbs, a tensing-

in the hot breath, a stutter.

In the moonlight, I met my death;

through her sharp teeth, biting-

through her long nails, rending-

through her rough tong...

I

was a crab

and you

were an aphorism

for a broken heart.

and I hate metaphors.

I

am a crab

alone in this field

as the moon glimmers along

my spiked shell.

but you’d moved on....

To slit the seams of my heart and bare full the bloodied refuse of my years-

to choke forth every tear stained mistake and leave amok my scattered thoughts-

to recount every forgotten note and date and elegize each broken promise-

I would, all for you, if it meant but a glimmer of forgiveness....

“I just.. I need you to listen for a moment, okay? This is going to sound weird and might be… uncomfortable, but I need you to just let me talk. Please. Okay, uhh— I like you. I like you a whole fucking lot and I don’t know or expect if you feel the same but I just need you to know. You are… loved. I know how much you struggle every day and I am so honored that I have been able to be there for you...

Monstrous, this symphony,

Which lead my every malady

The thousand-notes, a melody

To tune my own destruction.

The voices tail my every step,

As on I wander through these depths

The streets a thousand-person’s breadth

I lose to my compunction.

Voices, music, screams of laughter,

Alien things I’ve long sought after

fill this city of alabaster—

Gold, in the glow of street-lamp-swill.

But little do...

I saw them from across the field, but I knew I was right. I knew it was him. I felt a twinge in my gut and my vision wavered before I caught myself, all but dropping onto a bench next to me. The anxiety was still there, even after all these years. He was the last person I wanted to see.

And yet I couldn’t look away; staring across the green at his obnoxious outfit, his matted red hair. He had cha...

Meet me at the meat love den, the place where once we dared not go.

Meet me at the orange room which now I fear to call my home.

How comfortable we’ve grown to be, surrounded in this misery;

This glass my last of ruby-red before I fall asleep.

Meet me at the meat love den, I cannot wait for you ere’longer;

the bleeding heart has woken and I cannot stem the haunting flow.

It pounds upon my ears an...