#rants of garbage

wild… was the hypnotizing glare behind her stare she could easily seduce a lost lamb in the forest thirsty for the blood of a raven protected in a pack of wolves… and yet full moons couldn’t bring enough light into her darkness so she chose to cloak herself in the sorrow of tomorrow’s that never came

I no longer search for heaven in the shadows that demons cast in the darkness, upon the ghosts of yesterdays or the echoes of tomorrows. I know how it feels to have silence grip my throat and how it vibrates when I scream into paper cups, the resonance of forgotten romance as it glistens upon the skin… as my body purges the memories from every cell within. I know… now… that all of this means nothing. yesterday … tomorrow…the absence of something. nothing-ness lasts in the moment of now and now is the presence of gifts given to a youth that knows not how to appreciate an empty locket filled with memories that never last. So I peel them back, the layers of time… of flesh to bone… and birth a new star from the ashes of home. - jodee