My heart is woven with the blood of others.
Perfect dance partners.
He doesn’t look back.
He never looks back.
A hole the size of the world
blows right through us.
Give me pain.
Give me something.
Give me a reason to stay.
Poetry through the Seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
My heart is woven with the blood of others.
Perfect dance partners.
He doesn’t look back.
He never looks back.
A hole the size of the world
blows right through us.
Give me pain.
Give me something.
Give me a reason to stay.
sometimes she doesn’t
remember me
her daughter
a shadow visible
only in darkness
* * *
A star dies, but its light keeps us company,
its death unmourned for generations.
I feel sad to see the sparkle.
The moon invokes madness, its light hurts my eyes.
I search for Cassiopeia
on her tortuous throne,
her beauty unrivaled.
Holding tight to my sanity, the moon passes over.
As we flame through the sky,
will anyone remember?
He wants to be her knight,
but she doesn’t need saving.
* * *
Boys before
kept her in tears,
kept her in chains.
Holes ripped
in the world
by their passion.
With you
she feels less
pain.
She feels
less.