Bone Beach

I walk along the shores of dead daffodils and daisies, tangled in cursed roses and beach bones, in your absence~ reminiscing redolent sparks of skeletal silence, while my heart aches to be within the arms of your midnight phrases. But our love has stolen the moonbeams from the air, only to be cast amongst the demons that fare, fragmented fangs ready to inflict unearthly pain, dancing in ritualistic reveries under the suffocating rain. I still weave sequins of serenity into the tortured twilight, to illuminate blazing bruises between blushing starlight. For in this island of desolated shores, I dream of spider veins, screaming for a release from the tides of toxic refrains, mirroring the voodoo iris~ within the somber soul of Medusa. So let crimson remnants of our romance carpet seething shells grieving~ in the bioluminescent haven of fallen angels, where whispers of woes and abandoned ink, translate the aroma of decomposing pleasures. Remember I am thunder, singing the songs of the storm, dressed in skin of sea and sorrow. I wear the ocean like armor; maybe one day, from the eerie sandcastles, left along the corpse corals and plankton, you’ll find my bleeding pendulum ~ buried in ivory stillness.