ArsenicalLady

I sit within a holy space Of liminal vaults with a covered face Six feet apart from being touched Dark as the bottom of a grave And I feel nothing, not the pain Not the loneliness of being loved From so very far away I’m starved for warmth and so the day Beats down on me with light of Sun And flowers grow upon the grave As memories of you fade away

Her long, white hair is strung in curls On ragged skin that doesn’t exist Her cold, black fingertips unfurl, And clamp her hands around my wrists She’s the most beautiful I’ve ever seen A woman I yearn to love and hold The greatest queen I yearn to keep Who takes me to the waters cold I gave my love a silver mirror, Her reflection seemed to quake And deep inside the crystal tears My corpse was dumped into the lake

Play Little Minstrel Inspired by a story by Asirbayam Viewer discretion is advised When a woman gets pregnant out of wedlock, no one talks about it. Even the ladies of the night hide their growing stomachs for as long as they can. Nobles remain indoors until the child’s birth. But none of that was an option for her, and now her belly has swollen too big to ignore, and her screams can be heard in every corner of the city. Even the dead stir in their graves at the sounds of her agony. Despite this, they ignore her, let her be in her little corner of the farmhouse where she is hunched over, gripping the edge of the trough like one of the

My crimson spills onto the pavement It pools around the rocks And dries in little patches Stains the cement, where people walk Upon my remains, and then they ask "Why do you lay out in the sun? Surely you have better to do A rotting corpse like you." I tell them that I hid in corners Waiting for the light, and the reaper heard the words they screamed And she reached for her scythe And when the gunshot pierced my breast, I fell upon the street They knew me as the Nobody My face has long decayed away, the color of my skin Could have been darker than the night, or brighter than a sunny day But all that's left is a blue chalk drawi

It takes a lifetime, breaking goes fast When everything that matters is made of glass There’s something I love about you… I noticed it in the way you spoke, soft words draping over calloused ears too jaded from a string of social media posts. Your words were like water for the parched, like food for the starving, you turned water into wine. You didn’t speak often, but every day I wanted to hear you. Your voice made me see color and taste the air. You didn’t speak often, but I still heard you. There was something I loved beyond your voice… Your presence was different, dark and subtle but comforting. Even when

...Comes so slow, but it comes near The warmth in my heart leads me here The water I bring to my lips Tastes sweeter than a lover's kiss The light of stars and moon above Surrounds and fills my bed with love And brings me back to where I’m from Ancient mankind’s strong kingdom The ponies play in flower fields Their little legs as strong as shields The dragon watches up above Protecting mothers and their young For another year to come.