Ocean Moon

(Pre-Script: This post best read as the song, "Bend and Break," #32 on the playlist, plays in the background. Go down to the playlist, click on that song, then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...)(...still waiting...)

On the back of my heart

is a tattoo of the dark side of the moon

and the face there

is your face, rippling

like the surface of the sea,

so that's how I know

that there is water on the moon.

But dark, hidden,

a secret no one seems to recognize,

and you're changing; the wind,

blowing, changes the shape of you

but I know you.

I feel the pull

from deep inside my chest.

There's an ocean who's current

has never been surfed or sailed,

treasures hidden on shores

unexplored.

-XOXO,

Liquidation

(Pre-Script: This poem will melt you if you read it as the song, "Between the Lines," #28 on the playlist, plays in the background. Go down to the playlist, click on that song, then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...)(...still waiting...)

What if I slipped through the cracks

in the floor
(the floor was made of tile and I had turned to liquid)
so there was no trace of where
I had once stood,
of if I had stood there at all,
a solid being on a solid surface?

What if I became liquid

from the inside out,
the blood poured out of my heart,
and congealed first inside my chest cavity,
became

what looked like a purple black bruise

from the outside,
and eventually saturated through bone,

vital organs,
any connecting tissues,
what muscle tone I had once earned and maintained,
and finally skin,
all bloodied now,
all only blood now,
from inside, from the inside
of this solid shape of me.

-XOXO,