absinthe kisses

your absinthe kisses
fester on my rotting lips
clotting my veins with rainbow lies 
and boiled memories
of happiness faked

whispering warnings

cold wind calls my name
dark night taps my shoulder
whispering warnings of her
pretending I don't understand
she leads me to my doom again

powdered glass

stretching
the powdered glass
falls from my carcase
to hunt for a new bleed
delicious warmth
ridding the world of harsh apathy

the Customer

by Eelun Phetmoore

the flesh, it falls
crispy rose shaped piles 
smelling of burnt cologne
the maggots come 
so they can feed on my pieces
what will they do when there's nothing left?
it matters?
nothing left to remember
nothing left to remember with
no sweet release of death
it begins again tomorrow 

A Walk from the Trees

     Looking at the masses stirs “it” inside me, the beast, the dragon, the demon.  Like a snake awakening from a long hibernation, uncurling deep in my stomach, spreading out from me, wrapping around each person's neck to squeeze the breath from them.

     They live in their little worlds, the center of their own little universes, stomping each others little hopes and dreams so they can wet their never ending appetites, each conquest a forgotten aftertaste.  Sickening.  Am I any better?  No.  I should be punished as well.  The only thing that can bring me any form of redemption is to be the weapon that purges them from the face of the planet. Would that be a mistake?  I weigh heavily on this each day, the scales tipping into oblivion more and more each day.

     Walking by a couple, their conversation a nest of lies poring bile from their mouths.  It’s getting harder not to act, to leap, be a vessel for the serpent to set into motion the beginnings of a cleansing this world needs so badly.

     They have no idea the gathering forces they just passed.  Just a breaths width from their eternal judgment to continue with their parasitic lifestyle.  My anger ignites the thing’s appetite.  I’ve made the mistake of focusing on the couple, making it take notice and obsessing on them.  I don’t know if I can stop it this time lest it take control of my limbs, start following them, and eventually much worse.  Am I going to do it this time, pass the point of no return?  Am I going to kill and confirm my suspicions of what I am and what’s living inside me?

     Just following them fills me with such dread and excitement.  I don’t want to do it, but the thought of it is liberating.  I know each step forward is one step closer to the abyss.  Such conflicting emotions.  I feel like I’ll only experience heaven in hell.

     The sinners turn off the sidewalk to a path that leads to the park.  They will pass through some woods to get there.  An opportune moment.

     No….it’s happening.  I feel the serpent unfurl it’s tail for the first time, wrapping around my wrist forcing me to grasp the long blade under my coat as it quickens my pace towards them.  My first judgment.  Judgment Day.