I dragI dragI drag by ~Autumn-Hills
fat concrete earth-mothers
from the mouth of a crooked well.
Sapless
my punctured leech tree sags
all sweat stolen, robbed of fever.
My mouth
– plaster-of-paris-dry –
is aborted, a bloodless lamb
and stammering
starved crows fly, an ink-spittle
to roost on my white mirror.
Help me–
the whirlpool whips–
the milk behind my frown is black.
Black
is a flogged colour.
The shade bruises the palate
with the sour taste of teeth,
and cancer of the marrow.
It comes to my door for charity
every month or more,
butchering the moon into cuts
and grinning,
it wraps them up,
corpse-swaddled in a cloth-of-clocks.
Sacerdotal MasochismSexy, priestly, S and MSacerdotal Masochism by ~Autumn-Hills
tie me to a pew
or a nice evangelical chair,
the kind that stack,
and tell me that I’m bad.
She wants him desperately
to wear his mask,
that special collar she knows so well
and to pretend
to be God for an hour or so.
Send the kids to Sunday School
so we can be alone
with the suit and tie
or the flowing robes
the substitute that slips from skin to skin.
This mighty man of God
cracked the whip
flagellation, church tradition
and his back is as bloody
as any of his beaten sheep.
GapeGape by ~Autumn-Hills
Janice's feet hurt. They burned from her heel to her clenching toes.
'David, my feet are killing me.'
'You said.' Her boyfriend sounded tired. He glanced back at her and shifted his backpack to try and make it more comfortable. 'You keep saying it. I can't do anything about it.'
'They rub like a bitch.' Her voice was an irritating whine in her own ears.
'Yeah. I'm sorry. Just... just a bit further, love.' He turned and walked on, trying not to get too far ahead of her. The stony track was uncomfortable underfoot, but it was safe compared to walking on the grass at the edge. The sunset lit up the tumbled boulders at the bottom of the oppos
my bonesMy bones were created for this earth.my bones by ~bowie-lover
This earth, which was taken from my ancestors
As well as my children.
My bones were created from this earth.
This earth of wood and water that will never change
And will never be the same.
My bones will be buried in this earth.
This earth, that cannot be claimed
Yet has been claimed many times.
My bones will become this earth.
This earth, sacred to all who have passed it
But will no longer be sacred for anyone.
My bones will make more bones in this earth.
This earth, which is becoming as brittle as my skeleton
Will become its own group of bones.
My bones will question the spirits of the e
twilight IIIt's a long, long songtwilight II by ~summernightangel
That is being sung all around
It's a sweet sweet sound as you taste the harmony
The opal moon hangs low and full
And takes the alto melody, low and long and sweet and free
Dances of dust-motes falling all around,
The next minute tiny crystal glitters of snow,
Magic raining from on high, then low in the long grass
The fireflies, whisper secrets spun of light
Turn your face skyward, dream of taking flight.
~
It's a long, long dream
Your senses swim like the brightest fish in the turquoise seas
The scents of grassy summer, the freshest mountain snow
Colors inverted, swirled, contrasted, blended-
Only the mo
Artistic 
Sta.sh
