there was snow on the ground.

her spider-like fingers curled
over his arm,
while her mouth grinned wide like a wolf's
in the white of the moon when there was snow on the ground.

he, mesmerized, couldn't help but stare:
her bones, her feet,
her waving chestnut hair.
like the time before when he said he would stay,
his heart in the right place,
beating at its right pace,
but his head filled with every intent to run away.
something in this moment tied him down,
turned his nimble feet into blocks of stone.

perhaps, it was a fleeting moment of love that distilled him there,
or her melting fingers that locked
him in place, long enough to inspect everything,
then quietly waltz away.

i have arms for them.

Your mind is racing like a pro, now
oh my god it doesn't mean a lot to you
one time you were a glowing young ruffian
oh my god it was a million years ago

you dumbstruck baby
you dumbstruck baby now you know

poison-filled.

sick. ill.
poison-filled.
man-eating, woman machine.
she will let this burn,
world turn
upside down.
blood, guts.
skipping through, making a fuss.
toxic.
thrill-oholic.
snake curls,
drama-lure.
sick. ill.
poison-filled,
callous evil-doer.

i loved you first.

weeping comes from sweeping,
or maybe they just go together.
because e v e r y t i m e i sweep this under the rug
i find myself at a loss.
call me a dumb-baby if you want, but when i lose
my eyes become like a giant faucet,
and i cannot turn it off
and i cannot control the giant water streaming down
and i cannot see what i'm s(weeping) anymore!
so you see, it all gets left behind.

but then when i drain out,
and am able to once again hang hydrangeas from the window,
i begin to admire the sun all over.
if i'm lucky, i dance in its tentacles.
ALAS:
this fades.
something makes me shiver.
i pull the shade down in the windowframe,
which knocks the flowers to the ground,
crushing the delicate, perfectly nice blooming bud.
and again, i sweep.