The Elementals

Etching words into the Earth,

my eyes cried

blood ash tears

for my sisters and brothers,

their screams drowned out

by the glorification of violence

shrieking at

our profaned doorsteps,

entering minds like TV static

on a night in a cold December.

Wind came up

from behind me,

caressed my neck

with light lips,

she somehow soothed

the craving monster

with uneven, cold,

slow,

breaths,

and I was blessed

for a moment,

laughter that

filled my insides up,

twisting circus drag and glitter

through my veins.

Fire sunk into me,

morphed my dreams

and brain cells,

snakes lurching up the spine,

spitting sex,

spiders cast their

cobwebs

between my bones,

and before I knew it,

we were floating

through air and arsenic,

lust teething at your eyelids.

Water

seeped upward

onto the ground

and swallowed,

reminded me how

to surrender

to the dark,

and the ecstatic spaces

in between shadows,

gathering moss and ink

for my mouth,

I silenced the damned

to the shore

and cradled them

to sleep

in my womb.

Thrills, pills, and chills,

riding the humped back whale

down to heaven,

up to hell

with eyes glowing in the twilight.