I saw the wings emerge
At the moment of climax;
The tail strangling my pride,
Making me submit.
You are the chimera,
A seductive mixture
That keeps me shut
And throws me out
Against my will, simultaneously.
Your hands leave a burn
On my chest;
It grows roots into my stomach,
Filling up the void
To replace everything missing.
I am a game, just one before the next,
And the longing is too real.
Release me from the doubts,
End the limbo I have been stuck in
For so long.
beauty
Volcano
Uncontrollable forces –
Fire and smoke,
Water and wind;
Coming together
They decimate everything
On the way.
Beautiful destruction,
Enchanting horror,
Constricting sound.
Any step closer
Is a bad idea,
And yet you
Have started moving.
You are the smoke,
Blending with the steam,
Finding your way
Where you should not be.
I pull the thin, pretty threads
That wrap around your neck
And twist gently enough
To put your consciousness to sleep
And distract from the inevitable.
I am a volcano
That is about to erupt
And drag you under.
Malachite
Lights flicker
In sync with my heartbeat;
Arhythmic waves enfold
And cushion.
Osmium eyelids are
Closing uncontrollably,
Leaving me unable to stay awake.
The vision.
Green shades fill the cave;
They shine through the metal eyes
I have still been unable to move.
You are here.
I cannot see, yet I know what
Is in front of me.
The masterpiece;
Meticulously polished malachite shapes,
Soft curves, and green dust.
The arrhythmia has become
Too powerful to contain.
I can see the faint images
Of stones and blades
Covered in granules;
Breathing is becoming heavier than
My eyelids. I know,
You are moving closer to me.
I no longer need my eyes to see
What I have encountered.
Your sweet copper breath
Gives me shivers,
Paralysing my vital systems.
You were born of destruction,
Torn from where you were meant to be.
I will happily face my fate
As your face comes closer to mine.
For I am just a simple miner
Who came to your mountain
Without being invited.
And as my breath diminishes into nothing
With every passing second
You graciously touch my lips with yours
And I can feel the smooth malachite hand
Sliding into my hair.
You are the queen of this mountain,
And I am but a slave
To everything you are,
Spending the eternity
With the nature’s masterpiece.
Knife
Your perfect face…
That silky skin,
Heavenly lips.
Hearing you breath
Makes my heart
Jump out of
The rib cage.
I look into your eyes;
Can’t stop biting
My lower lip
As I push the knife
Into you.
The warm red
Will evenly paint
The soft porcelain.
I will leave my fingerprints
All over this
Shameless fair surface
Of your shoulders.
Your weak grip
Will soon let go
As I am almost done
With slaughtering
The last bits
Of sanity.
Viktoria Moon 