Author: Jiali
Poetry
SEDUCTIVE
A desire to be desired
How narcissistic a greed
Rose-tinted murder
You like to slaughter their hearts
One wipe and it’s all gone
There’s no-one that will want you
There’s no-one that would desire
A facadeless monster
I can’t seduce without a face
Give it me
I desire it
The plastic puppeteers shriek
!
My new face is perfect
For cold-hearted murder
Murder murder murder
Greed
Oh lifeless desire
Coats the room with sticky fibre
Myself
A knife.
I’M NOT BROKEN, I’M JUST REALLY FUCKING LONELY
My guy, trust me when I say
“I don’t wanna die,” because I don’t
-but, if you thought I did, then
Maybe you’re the kind of someone that
Watches raindrops race each other
To death. Would it be so hard to turn
Your eyes into reservoirs;
Exchange those glances for words because
I don’t know how much longer
I can hold out. I don’t wanna die
But I’m so fucking lonely
That I just might have to cease
To exist
Because no-one knows I do
And honestly neither do I.
CLOSURE.
How easy it is to run away, to
Overlook three empty cups with two-half
Full. How simple it is to erase an
Entire timeline with a silent tap.
You with your obsidian spoon, too clean
A black, gouge out the splinters that linger
Behind your eyelids. Melt them down with the
Old grandfather clocks - an evanescence
You know will feed you immediate joy.
DELIRIUM
Picture paradise
You were a luxury I couldn’t afford
Clothed in green vanity; unnecessary extravagance
But you wore it as an accessory.
It is air that I choke on
Tell me to slaughter honey with gall
And drink, drink in wild excitement
My primitive neuroses
Together we wander this nightmarish trance,
Buffeted in blue rain-
Smothered in blue grief-
It coats us until I see nothing but the faint outline
Of lies that splinter
in your tongue
That I am yet to pick
out of mine
Left to scar as the grains of time fall and
Turn grey, as if possessed by some blissful
Ignorance
A stationary violence; impassive.
In a blurred frenzy of stoicisms
A manic hyperventilation
I breathe anagnorisis. Red.
Your lips no longer suffocate mine
ORE
I believed we were made of gold
Shone in artificial light
And amongst the amber glow of dawn
:ignites our fingertips
Burning boldly as a Phoenix
Assorted in passion; euphoric
I watch as streams of shining viscous liquid lustre
Soak-seep-so surely within our tissue
Permeates past our brazen bone
Discovering paragons in animosity
Observing some shapeless forms
In an epiphany we don’t understand
I count them
On each golden finger
As they turn to stone