Wine soaked Christ

I set out that tired Friday night to drink my share of wine so that I might silence the sorrows and suffering of my mind. Dreams of empty bottles haunted me as my red tinged sweat connected the blood stains on my bare mattress. I saw the face of Christ in the overlapping remnant of …

Hideous Larvae

Next to the beautiful butterfly larva you never stood a chance you never had a hope of shining in the spotlight of adolescence, you must have opted instead to go in the opposite direction to make your form remind the eye of a demon from hell, oh, ladybug larva. Hideous form, conjuring images of torture …

Zennor

Ea Atargatis Tell her that the king lives, and be spared her wrath. Feel her embrace, as she pulls you beneath the waves. Taste her lips, trace hips with fingers. Get lost in her touch, weightless body dragging you under. The last sight you see, green hair drifting on currents as the light fades.

Flight of Icarus

She was an unexpected pleasure, even if the time was borrowed and the clock fast ticking, that he had never hoped to experience. They were pieces of a puzzle locking nicely into place, only the picture they made didn’t match the one on either box. Fingers touching as hands pass cigarettes back and forth; lingering …

Prion

I saw her the other day, wearing the sunglasses I made for her back when we were just friends. She was with him, and I felt sad for all three of us. That this is where we were in relation to each other; her driving him to work, him believing that his fate is different, …

Pawns of Fate

Fickle gods, allowing us to fail ourselves so that we may serve their ends. Cephissus had drawn to him, a mermaid (a beautiful woman of the water) from the depths of the sea to the mouth of a river (the limit of his domain) and made a gift of her to his son, Narcissus (a …