Writing Prompt

Bleeding,

Blade kissing skin

Our tongues whip words to life

That bend the world and all within,

Blood sings.

Melody,

Colours the air

And summons something here

Silent and undeclared to us,

It weeps.

Mourning,

The day turns black

For what has lived and died

To muster this bewitching gift,

This night.

...

My darling lover,

Each time your sweet lips part,

You release the serpent,

To coil around my heart.

I still remember when,

We plugged the apple from the tree,

Its forbidden juices flowed,

And I drank eagerly.

Oh, but when I realized,

The tree was not meant for us,

The apple decayed in my hands,

My mouth filled with dirt.

Your rot stains my lips,

Your serpent weaves through my bones,

Your rib...

If only I could plunge my hands,

Wrist-deep in beauty’s water,

And bring it to my lips, so parched and dry,

I’d drink until I felt it coursing,

Through my veins like blood,

Eagerly, until the river ran dry.

If I could craft a lotion from,

Self-worth and affection,

I’d spread it tenderly on calloused skin.

I’d lay beneath the golden Sun,

Allowing every pore,

To hungrily soak all its power in.

I...

A stolen hair

Perhaps something more fair

Rose petals and fallen snow

Into a cauldron to face the unknown

For skin softer than my own

I chant, I pray, I scream.

Let it all rest in the moonlight

An eye for an eye

It may leave her blind

But I’ve always wanted emeralds in mine.

I chant, I pray, I scream

Is it worth the price?

Does it count..

If it's a stolen sacrifice?

I did not even think twice

I ...

I rolled through Glenhaven today

For my first time after the flood

I could not go there before

It all came back

Tears fell from my eyes

The damage remains

Like a trauma I’ve lived through

Ten years

The time is insignificant

Remains of the rivers embankment

Massive Boulders mar the landscape

I bowed my head in mourning

Roads repaired after washing with the river

Made whole again once mor...

Whiskey pages in the blanks of my space. I’m waiting for the headless man, to finish painting on my new face...

Speak of three, in love and quarrels. Sentiment is nary hushing my fall. Ripples of silence remind me that winds blow change. Telling more about the exact slice of a razors blade. Extruding from my smile is the excellence of vacancy. Glowing you, but I’m stitched in shades of ebony. Sin...

And when your lips, are achingly close to mine. I want to devour your taste; inhale you for all time…

I feel your nails scratch against my skin. It feels like sin. But you’re mine. You pulled me close, I let your demons in. Let you eat me again. You smell like sin. But you’re mine. I brush my tongue against yours, a sensation divine; sex bleeding from our pours. We fuck like sin. But you’re mine....

I’ve tried potions

and spells full of hate

I’ve searched through countless books

but I can’t find any at this rate

all I want

is a love potion

so she would glance my way....

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Love is for fools

And emotions are merely tools

For those that don't hate

But it's only fate

That there is one way

For someone to like

A person like me

And here I am

By my cauldron

Twirling the spoon

Adding ingredients

Pearl powder

Dragon claw

Fairy dust

And just a tiny

Sprinkle of gold

A stream of silver

Then the spell is told

"Goddess of stars

Please heal my scars

Left wounded by the curse

of lo...