home

my señoritas and me

dominatrix

i don’t toy with their hearts

unless they hand them over willingly

begging me to tear at their ribcage just enough

to teach them the spelling of pain

at half past three in the morning

depression

i have cradled her for eons

don’t remember what my gait feels like

without her gentle weight

etched into my palms

since my baby teeth started falling

like angel tears on our hardwood floor

her and i have grown attached at the hip

siamese twins

when i try to untangle myself

she tells me i am nothing

all because a little part of my pelvis

and my extra head

are missing

when she is gone

i am forced to face the dark (k)night outside

rather than rest in the soft void that grows in my eyelids

when she makes me cry,

soft, like a tormented babe,

i will tear my eyes from the ground and meet her gaze

i fall in love with her a little bit more

every second.

king love’s son

head over heels

inspired by an image i found on the internet ages ago. comment if you know the original artist so i can credit them!

don‘t let them see your tears

don‘t let them see your tears

demon girl

medusa

at 22 years old

her snake-less body

was one of wonder

to the man

---

at 23

it carried nothing but scars

and asps wrapped in her braids

heroes raged

at her independence

and at their own mortality

---

turned their hearts to stone

then to dust

all the while

the pit in her own

stayed dark

the boa on her forehead

still hissed

its sacred song