Fever 

We created this fever, a rush of bloodlust caught between the darker sides of our souls collision. A bleed of infamy pouring into sidewalk cracks, a absence of rain to wash our shamed skin or the pavements stained with our memory. Drinking from the darkest parts of our weeping bones, we find suffering together beautiful. Leaving love notes on each other’s chest, worn as scarlet letters, learning to love the shades of red against our colorless lives. Painting words on lips & staining dreams where we meet in shitty bars only to drink from one another’s lips. Drunk on thoughts & high within each other’s fractured eyes, we wipe the tears sweetly & call ourselves a mess. We hold hands & our fingers spark, the rubbing of winter bones hungry for a thaw after a summer spent without each other’s comfort. We take in every moment as if time were a gift from angry Gods, defying fate & calling our minutes a lifelong dream. We sit in silence, our dark hearts meet between eyes & stories we will tell in our next life, where we lived beyond paper skin & sin. We refuse the thoughts of heaven, for how could stars shape the sky & not hold us perfectly suspended in each other’s arms. We curse the night as the moon turns to kiss the sun good morning as we have whispered all the mornings before this night was set. We close our eyes, knowing we live within each other’s skin & morning will hold our empty sheets & heartbeats after we begged hell for one day spent,escaping the what if. So we hold each other for seconds more, as the day breaks & touches our face with the warmth of the sun but not each other’s hold. We open our eyes to the nightmares that we live wide awake & wait for that next good morning text… So we can breathe again.We live in our twisted world of obsession & addiction spilled into a insatiable mess.For I never believed in God until I heard my name leave his lips, as a prayer

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Leave me unholy

Still chasing the cedar waters of the pines with ghost, holding hands with memories better left in the woods. Where my soul was once clean & untouched by the crumbling churches and stained glass choices, running from the life of a preachers voice. Sleeping on altars through services, wearing shame as a dress made of the dirtiest linen, lips blood soaked in mercy, never tasted.

Left with handprints on white skin from altar boys who couldn’t resist kissing behind wooden pews, their vile fingers tracing the hem of my skirt, staining my flesh in sin. Staring into the eyes of the devil & daring his intentions because that’s what preachers daughters do. Pressed against the fountain where souls were once washed clean in baptism, now tarnished by dirty hands and missing skirts. Washing my mouth out with the unclean water, promising never to do it again.

We all rebel from the day we are born, cursing our life and assuming we deserve to touch sky with delicate fingertips, yet I have never known nothing more intimate than lying to myself & drenching my salvation in shame, while the good Lord watched. Father always said, I was kissed by the devil, little did he know I was hell bent & marked by the flames. I still taste his bone & ash every time I drink from God’s fountain with empty eyes.

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Empty beds

  
I guess I lost you 

In between sunset and sunrise

Somewhere before the divide

I woke to no heartbeat

Against the sheets

Or cold feet against my thighs

No lull of your breathing

Or pull from the sheets

The chill of the absence

Left my spine untouched

By warm hands

A pulse echoing against my skin

The wrap in the blanket

Covering two souls

The rise of your chest

The falling of my heart

Just touched by sun

The only love, 
I can count on”

@inkwellwriter5

All Suns set eventually

Sugar

  
She is heaven & hell

Wrapped in a pretty paper tube

Pixie sticks sprinkled on hungry lips

Waiting for tongues to take a taste

Of sugar filled veins

So high on sweet

You will forget your name

She will draw you in

Moth to a flame

Turn your temptations

Into soft wax, melting against flesh

Whispers in ears

She will say, “Do it again”

Her mouth will be the fire

Drowning your lungs in ash

Her eyes will captivate your intentions

You will pray to be her last

She will build you up

Until your only thought is to explode

Then take her claws

Sinking them into lusty flesh

Rip your heart out
& leave it on the floor

She will find your eyes

Send pity onto your soul

Pick up each piece of the mess

Kissing each shard

Placing it to two lips

Only to rebuild it

Once again, so she can claim it

You will become her sole purpose

In her chaos, within her hell

She will destroy your every need

With mouths that feed

Only to break you down

Piece by piece

With sugar coated lips

You will have no choice to submit

To the mistress that owns 

Your nightmares

Dressed like a angel

In disguise , only to keep you
Faithful

-too much sugar is not always good for you

@inkwellwriter5

Lovely Bones

  
A mouth traces the bones

Of shoulder blades

Tongue to flesh

Pulses that race

Tips of tongues

Taste a lover

Falling into hands

Out of clothes

Shoulders bared

Fingers scroll

Whispers on skin

Flirting with chaos

Lost in moments

Hunger grows

Bodies lock

Against the night

Backs arch

Eyes closed

Arms reach

Legs entangle

Lust spills

Lungs starved

For needy breaths

Drowning in another’s greed

A lover to take

Hungry mouths

To feed

@inkwellwriter5

All the lovely bones