My heart is woven with the blood of others.
Perfect dance partners.
He doesn’t look back.
He never looks back.
A hole the size of the world
blows right through us.
Give me pain.
Give me something.
Give me a reason to stay.
Episode 87 – Listening to Fear
sometimes she doesn’t
remember me
her daughter
a shadow visible
only in darkness
* * *
A star dies, but its light keeps us company,
its death unmourned for generations.
I feel sad to see the sparkle.
The moon invokes madness, its light hurts my eyes.
I search for Cassiopeia
on her tortuous throne,
her beauty unrivaled.
Holding tight to my sanity, the moon passes over.
As we flame through the sky,
will anyone remember?
Episode 86 – Shadow
He wants to be her knight,
but she doesn’t need saving.
* * *
Boys before
kept her in tears,
kept her in chains.
Holes ripped
in the world
by their passion.
With you
she feels less
pain.
She feels
less.
Episode 85 – Fool for Love
The vampire princess asked him to join her
and he saw the light no more.
He was gentle once, before his soul was taken,
penning piles of pitiful sonnets filled with longing.
The dark girl found his gentleness charming,
but loved him even more when he was wicked.
So he was wicked.
Her perfect poet and provocateur
made powerful by blood and by love.
A century later, she abandoned him, and the heart
that ceased to beat the night she turned him
tore apart.
Only forbidden love began to mend
his heart’s tattered secrets. The Slayer.
A spirit so hot to the touch it burned him nightly.
She made him cry. She made him rage.
He was covered in her, consumed by her,
concerned for her.
He was in love and she wanted him dead.
He wanted to breathe her in, but he had no breath.
Here begins his journey to recover the soul
he lost so long ago. To give birth again to the poet within.
Episode 83 – No Place Like Home
Family.
Not those we are born to, but those who make us whole.
Not what tears us apart, but what ties us together.
Episode 82 – Out of My Mind
A spark
they still call hatred,
but the scent of sweetness
hides underneath,
the perfect match of wit
and struggle.
He shoves.
She slaps.
He welcomes pain.
It feels like love.
Stinking, crazy,
hurtful love.
Episode 81 – The Replacement
what if there was another me
who did it better
got it right the first time around
made the drunken parents proud
got accepted to all the best schools
on someone else’s dime
what if he exuded brilliance
stomped on mediocrity
what if everyone admired him
depended on him
he would be so handsome
with the cleanest hair
the darkest eyes
the cleverest of comebacks
wait, no one does clever comebacks
better than me
not even a better me
Episode 80 – Real Me
dawn is morning’s response
to evening’s darkness
* * *
I am an only child,
little sister I have not.
But the kid
appeared one day,
writing journals,
making a nuisance,
altering my life.
What is a life
if not what’s remembered?
Or is what’s remembered
the whole of a life?
Can missing pieces
form a sister,
like God in those first days
molding a planet from the void?
Can a sister form
from shared memories –
skinned knees,
birthday cakes,
the forbidden borrowing
of a favorite sweater?
If memories fail,
does the sister evaporate
like water on a summer sidewalk?
Or do lies fracture,
leaving a prism
of colorful stories behind?
Episode 79 – Buffy vs. Dracula
Lying close,
he doesn’t satisfy.
Pursuit
feeds her hunger.
She chases thrills,
then returns spent
to lie beside him.
A kindred
flows like mist
into her room
while she is sleeping,
drinking her in.
Her true nature
is concealed
beneath crepe paper
and ribbons,
peeled back layers
of strength
and darkness.
His nature is
a colorful calligraphy,
flowing shallow
and powerful
beneath the skin.
He offers eternity.
She is rooted in now,
her thirst quenched
by ancient memories.
She, as predator.
She, as seduction.
She, as hunger.
He leaves her
as he found her,
wanting more.
Season 5
My mother
is an ocean,
her words
fringed with foam,
her wisdom
lapping
at my feet.
She flows
when I flow.
We are drawn
together
into a pool of tides
which guides us
out to sea.
My mother
the ocean
has much to teach me
now that
she is one with
the water.
Throwing her fears
to the wind,
she catches
a wave
to greet me.