Elaine-Moon

my body is a road map of hazard signs & do-not-touch-me's. but on the days when the mirror is nice to me, i can hear whispering voices like little racing heartbeats beneath my skin: you are not worthless. you are strong. your ribcage has a meaning- these bruises are con            ons,    ste     ti       & you are the Milky Way.         lla   -dp

Come little child while the full moons out There’s nothing to fear while the wolves roam about You hear them howl and go bump in the night To anyone else it would give them a fright But not you little child, you are a special one You live through the night when the full moons is gone They prowl and stalk their prey through blood red eyes And you watch in fascination to what your brown eye spies They do not hurt the small one who runs quite wild Never will they hurt the two legged child Running with the wolves he will do everyday It is by their side he has vowed to ever stay Monsters of the night like the stories of old Forever he

Day 1: I am a poet. Day 2: I own my flesh. Day 3: Tell a lie. Day 4: Love through letters. Day 5: A thousand kisses deep. Day 6: Monochromatic fears. Day 7: You have 7 days to live. Day 8: Glow in the dark stars Day 9: Misplaced bones Day 10: Write as if you are a body part. Day 11: Wake the dead. Day 12: Love bites Day 13: I never think about ____ anymore. Day 14: Find me. Day 15: 7 Deadly Sins Day 16: 3AM coffee Day 17: Kiss the stars on her arms. Day 18: ‘Last night—’ Day 19: What is your sign? Write about it. Day 20: Galaxy skin Day 21: What is tangled up in your heartstrings? Day 22: A fight in a stairwell Day 23: A for

Tell me again, Father, I’m the perfect daughter- when all I want to be is the crescent moons resting like strong soldiers in the grooves of my palms. I am but (outgrown) lonely bones, quaking with frostbite, numbed with rage. A wolf's jaw: locked, teeth tearing into the chilled flesh of your neck.

I am freezing & I am hungry for fever’s lips- her inky fingers purging a dry stomach. My body is an ocean, my limbs, but oars. My tongue & teeth, a life raft keeping this madness from sinking into blue. Offering up 102 degrees of skin; You would think I had something to say.

Another day Just passed on by I'm still here Waiting.. I guess for you to change your mind. You tell me you love me Say I'm "perfect" in every way I don't see the problem Must I sit and wait? I guess I'll be here waiting I'll try to just hold on Let's be honest though I can't hold on for too long

There are ghosts in my bloodstream kissing concrete cells & the bedroom eyes of nerve endings. ( foreign words engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest & wars not yet fought between my hips. ) I've taken myself apart every night since I learned how to swallow a pen without gagging; limb by steady limb. Passed around by grabby hands, a sold, & borrowed daughter; I am a lion among sheep, drunk on life & ink.

If I can see it- if I can name the demon, to take away its power- if I can tell it to disappear- why is it grinning at me? Why is it still here? If I can hear its voice and discern that it's not mine; if I know that it isn't me- isn't reality- why am I still spinning, bouncing madness like a Super Ball against the confines of my skull? Why do these thoughts seem to answer me as though they are living entities? Like demigods they stand before me. Submersed in awful white light (reckoning), they force me to submit, to bow before the monoliths: things so ancient, so wrong. I cannot even comprehend. Why, then, when you promise me that I am

“..(N-Name)?” “(NAME).” “(NAME) ANTHWER ME, PLEATHE!” Your name is _____, and you are currently listening to your best friend, Sollux Captor, trying to save your life with words. Though, these words are not entirely pointless to you at the moment. Nothing is pointless to you right now. Not all of your attention is aimed at his words; a large chunk of it is headed towards the intense pain in your chest. While normally this pain would have been caused from your long time crush on your moirail, right now it’s from the sword that had just been forced through your corpse. You hear his footsteps run over