Poems from Jaynali
White honeysuckle mist strokes my jagged blades
Auburn ochre sprayed with burgundy
Wine stains like bruises on viridian lace sleeves...
A once anticipated afternoon
Leads golden spears in hungry melody
We watch with bated eyes a tempered moon
As poisoned land seeks naught...
The chilling heat punctured my head like burning needles
Guilty swords cut my tongue leaving rusted iron on the tip
To remind me of my...
Wire snakes bit at my neck
Digging for blight blood and bone
Bright burgundy in ashe
Under a rain of rampant metal
The sky became as...
(White honeysuckle mist strokes my jagged blades)
The comfort of my sheets wrings my neck; hold me down
Tell me its ok to just. stop. stay...