RedemptionRedemptionRedemption by swansisters
Does God rage in my bones
or is it the flu?
a bed of nails, a dog of stones.
If I could press my spine flat against the nails,
curl like a badger between the paws of my cold dog,
perhaps I could read my visions
as a blind hand reads braille.
Is it my death or the world's that trails me,
a hound with a collar and dented tags.
I envy the saints,
their sores, boils and bloody palms.
Our pain is simply pain.
When I was four,
they sliced me open,
fixed my heart with knives.
There is no rapture in this,
only that I lived
and they saved,
hating my pain and feasting death.
"Jesus saves," I read the bumper sticker.
"For what," I asked my mother?
For red whips of licorice, caramels that bled?
"Jesus saves you,"
she answers absentmindedly.
Later that night I dreamt
I was packed in shoebox,
saved like a favored marble, a ribbon scrap.
Now you once love,
now only lover
AryaShe is a wolf in her dreams.Arya by DearPoetry
Sitting upon an iron throne-
Woman of an old Greek myth,
A woodland Goddess
with a fire spirit sleeping
in her veins, a hyena heart
thrives within a ribcage embrace.
This lovely girl steals the hearts of kings,
assassins, and lowly blacksmiths.
Lacking honor, brave little shoulders shrug-
She whisperes, "My heart beats for no one."
She Bites Bullets Her teeth are chipped and broken. She wears lipstick in a shade called "Pow!" a bright red to make up for her smile. In her mind, it works because no one ever asks questions. Between her jealous, button down guard dog and her own reputation the world tends to keep its distance.She Bites Bullets by TheLunaLily
An untouchable beauty with dark hair and wild eyes, she moves like a dancer and a jungle cat and is a casing for a spirit darkened by secrets, sometimes bright and energetic and randomly explosive.
She was not made for capture or confinement.
He lives with her in a claustrophobic studio apartment, paid for by a shitty job that covers rent and ramen. Young and ambitious, the stress is eating at his insides and he feels the acidic bile rising, falling, and crashing like predatory waves against a stony shore - the pressure of being a provider.
Once a Colossus,