Extinguished

You hold the tip of the stick over

the flame and wait for the marshmallow to

melt with pain.

Next light a candle and lick your

fingers before they pass over the wick.

Did you feel it?

Did it burn?

I know you own many books

on the Salem witches and their bonfires.

You read them when no one’s home.

You press cigarettes to your arm when you think

you’re alone.

I asked you once if you thought

that you were a witch.

You thought I was a child.

You started closing your blinds. And maybe that’s better.

When you went missing, it was like you were already gone.

Lullabi

I feel her reading over

my shoulder.

Her hands rest on top

of my head.

She likes touching.

 

She reaches around me and scrolls

up.

My confession reflects in her eyes.

Her bubblegum lips form

words.

It doesn’t matter what they say. Her voice

drifts.

Lull me to sleep, Miss Lullaby.

Price of Happy

She only listens to sad songs.

They matter.

They mean things.

 

She doesn’t realize how much she doesn’t smile,

doesn’t laugh.

People call her boring.

Happy bores her.

 

Only the lowest lows allow the highest highs.

So she feels everything,

takes in all of the pain

and holds it.

Only when she breaks can she hit the manic stage.

Pink Cocaine

Absence is harder to notice,

the words not said,

the face unseen among so many.

 

How do the cogs work

in the machine?

Always spinning.

 

My name will never cross lips.

Not when being with her is cocaine.

Ingest her and she fills you.

She fills your life, making every moment beautiful.

She plays with your hair, does your make-up, makes you feel special.

 

The clock still ticks

when the face breaks.

Always spinning.

 

Thin girl wears your clothes

and repeats your words back to you.

You’re her doll.

And you want it.

Forward Through the Fog

It smells like Fall now,

bonfires and dead leaves.

Beneath my jacket, the skin on my arms bubbles,

trying to fend off the cold.

In a year, I’ll have to know

where I’m going and

I’m already scared.

 

Fog cuts off the sidewalk in front of me.

Good thing I’m walking.

 

I want you to be standing on the corner,

right where the sidewalk turns.

I want to navigate together not just because

doing it alone makes my throat close

but because it’s pointless without you.

 

My feet slap against the pavement.

Too late to turn around.

Phantom fingers from the past pull me

back.

Or they try.

That girl’s gone.

 

Never, Never, Never

Every year the autumn whisper

whistles over hills and vales,

bringing word of fairy dances

and the fair folk lore and tales.

Never resting, pixie feet will dance until the dawn,

rhythmic stepping, twirling, prancing ever on and on.

“Invite the mortals,” they all jeer

but never make it past a sneer.

You’re the first invited in

and never will you leave again.

Accept your fate. Accept your lot.

You’ll keep dancing til you rot.

When Nothing Was Real

Trilling keys of the piano

And spring blooms

Take me to a Victorian garden, a life that’s not

my own.

 

Fall leaves,

the bonfire,

and the brassy sound of a marching band

take me to high school

when marching made me strong.

 

Crisp cold,

snow coating everything

take me home

to being little when nothing mattered,

when nothing was real.

 

And summer brings me to you,

the time we were most separated

and the time I almost lost you.

Sun screen and swim suites and part-time jobs.

And none of it matters without you.

Contemplating How the World Will Burn

It’s like standing on the train tracks,

the headlights filling your eyes as it bares down on you.

The sound splits to the sides, skipping your

ears.

The vibrations shake your foundation.

Too late to jump off the tracks.

 

It’s like waiting to board the plane,

the sun setting down the runway.

You’re going somewhere you’ve never been,

and you don’t have a return flight.

 

Or maybe it’s like living normally,

except everything cuts off.

Without warning, you’re sitting in the living room,

and then it’s dark.

There’s no replay of your life,

no time for a final thought.

Just the power button turning off.

Just eternity.

Spell to Catch a Cheater

Follow all of these directions exactly. No substitutions. No changes.

Ingredients:

your hair

his hair

her hair

his blood

your blood

blood of the enemy

three dead hearts- Disclaimer: These cannot be animal hearts or child hearts. They must vary from the youngest to the oldest person he would cheat on you with. They should all be female hearts if he would be cheating on you with a female.

cigarettes smoked by you and him

his fluids- interpret as you will

 

Directions:

Mix it all in an electric mixer.

Add it to a cake mix.

Feed him the cake.

Feed her the cake.

If they don’t get sick, they’re cheating.

DON’T EAT THE CAKE.

Post-Wreck

Blood trickles up her forehead                                                                                                            We flipped.

from the corner of her mouth, along her                                                                                           I think we hit a tree.

nose.                                                                                                                                                           There were headlights.

My sister stares back at me,                                                                                                                   Or was it a deer?

mouth open in a scream                                                                                                                          Light reflecting back

and eyes unblinking.                                                                                                                                 From the deer’s eyes.