Defenestrations: I cede ...

jayarrarr:

At this moment, this blog cedes control of a brain-child to its independent successor. At this moment, this brain releases its child to the world. This is a transition, and it’s appropriate the prose theme for the first issue of this literary magazine is “transitions”, because through the…

Defenestrations: This Is Not a Love Poem.

jayarrarr:

For I am not a poet and these words aren’t firmly ensconsced in line breaks and other such demarcations of poetry and just. Such lines couldn’t confirm us even if they tried — and they don’t. These lines take the lead instead, because these lines flow free, and this is not a love poem. These are…

Consume

Hope, where have you gone

You left my shadow

Long ago

Before spring buds were

Frozen to be devoured

By this hunger

Eats away

Dark water chokes

My dry

Bones

Follows me wherever

My footsteps lead

A path I do not see

Every turn is a wrong one

Filled with thistles

Brambles

Thorns, tricking

I wander on

And as the moon

Rises the darkness

Consumes

For Love Or Nothing: Public Service Announcement (Don't Touch Yourself) Re-release

leaveyouapen:

Don’t go at your body with the intend
to hurt or maim, your body was meant

to tempt, it’s your beloved domain, our 
secret terrain.  Don’t disgrace it with a

blade, bless it with a pen, write a note
if you have to, go after those you wish
to crucify with ink and a voice,

not with your own blood from your
sacred skin. Never that, burn a letter,
see it free,

and let it go, but don’t chase after your
body for the sins of others, for the faces
we make,

and the pieces of your soul we take. 
Touch you body for the pleasure of being 
alive,

don’t scratch at the sentences written 
upon your face, don’t taint them with the

red, instead smudge those who wish to

see you erased.