#nikisterner

Chaos stuck a hand into the ether and swirled it; within this action a thousand souls ached for something they could not name, a thousand souls exhaled their last breaths, and a thousand souls lost lovers to war, famine, and unspeakable acts. Chaos looked into the void and stretched pleasurably at the actions she inspired. Order watched her sister with an eye trained to right all wrongs. Order, the second swing on the pendulum of existence, tasted like cold mountain air and looked like a rushing river. Within the slow exhale of the universe, the tiny dots of matter known to humans as planets spun on invisible axises and entropied, slowly breaking down in physical time and space. Each breakdown caused a pleasurable ripple in space time, each shudder of dust a moan of elation among the dark matter and points of light. Chaos licked the curtains of dust from her lips and smiled, causing confusion and car accidents as she did. Order built bridges and pushed tulips through the soil, allowed water to condense from clouds into rain, and brought children into the world. Chaos puppeteered the erosion of mountains and the patterns sand made after each tide, the way lovers tired of each other after weeks together, and the patternless void of space. Order alone brought things into fruition; Chaos alone brought them crumbling down with the slight of her hand.

"You're bleeding all over my sheets," you said. My blood was running in rivers down my skin over your bed, soaking through the mattress and pooling at my sides.  "Maybe I'm making the cuts too deep." Slowly, blood filled the back of my throat and I drifted away as you kissed the crook in my collarbone where my crucifix laid. Walking down the alley way where we met, people I passed would shiver, and dogs would bark. Children would giggle as I made faces at them and their parents would look around, perturbed.  I liked to hide in closets and move things around other people's houses. Sometimes I'd sneak into my old history teachers room and moan until he sat up, panting, with the chills. Serves him right for that "D" on my mid-term in high school. I liked to follow you around, too. Keep an eye on you. Who else were you kidnapping and cutting up? Sometimes my skin would hurt when I remembered.

Blood tastes like candy when you hit the cement.

I make signals in smoke, she makes wounds from the fire Every woman is a lover, and yet also a liar.  Whorish heels on her feet, white roses fall into her arms She feeds egos with smiles, collateral in charms  Beauty queen take the stage, she curtseys to the judges But the scabs on her knees break and her mascara smudges.  You try much too hard for that crown on your head (This is odd as you love humiliation in my bed) You want independence but also to drip in diamonds and gold This ties you to my bedposts, begging for my billfold. So keep running away, stupid girl swathed in silk You reject what could be love, but come back to the milk Milk in rectangular forms that I rain down as you dance  After all, when there is money, what little girl needs romance? Bathed in spotlights by night and “first place” ribbons by day  You’ve parlayed charm into a career, only it doesn’t seem to pay  I’ll pay to watch as you crawl, but I’ll skip watching you fall I hate washed up women in my bed after all, after all.