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Strawberry Moon

 

In 24 years, I’ve probably seen you a million times.
In 24 years, my skin has reflected off your glow probably 
 half of those times
In 24 years, I’ve never seen you shine as much as you did tonight
Tonight you are iridescent.
Tonight you are all shimmer and shine
Tonight, you are hope.
You are deep howls in the forest
And you are fish swimming upstream
You are changing tides
And you are love thriving on the beach
You are promises made on pinky fingers
And you are celebrations felt in bright red cups.
I’ve heard of poets who write sonnets
and authors who write paragraphs about you
I’ve listened to them comparing you to a dozen other things
Hoping against all odds,
against all measures,
that they could justify your beauty and shine.
But they fall short, each time.

Dear moon,
The entire universe does not rotate around you.
Today, you are the universe.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow

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Send My Love To Your New Lover

Your skin is a mirror of last nights dirty sheets.

Your tongue; a bottle of daisy cologne.

Your clothes are stitched from twisted truths and a dark motel room.

Your eyes sparkle with 5 shades of lust.

The nape of your neck; throbs with bruised red scars

from teeth marks and lipstick that wasn’t mine.

 Your fingertips; calloused and rough spent the night carving highways on someone’s else body.

I admire how your 10 stride walk up to me

was effortless and graceful.

The least you could have done,

the least you could have done,

the least you could have done,

was to delete last night’s pictures from your phone.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow

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50 Shades of Fuck You

I saw 10 shades of green when your tongue tasted like cologne that wasn’t mine.

My eyes painted walls in red and fury when your skin smelt like last night’s sheets.

My fingers dug to the corners of the wall as I saw the nape of your neck;

slightly reddish and purple with teeth marks that didn’t take the shape of mine.

Your clothes smelt of twisted truths and a dark motel room

Your eyes; brewing a storm of pure lust and guilt, fixed on mine

As your brown locks fell flat against your head the way it usually does after a shower

Your fingertips; calloused and rough felt like it has already carved highways on another map.

You were always a fan of highways though;

High speeds in a fast car were your addiction

It was your desire

It was your calling.

I cradled you to sleep that night

cause you were ‘Sorry’ for the 15th time

And I lay motionless

caught in the web of your torments and jagged edges.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow

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Letters to Humans.

Dear Human
I felt that.
I felt that sudden impact of thunder against my ribs
And the shrieking pain that felt like lightning shot through my body
I'm sorry I tried to ask you for food again.
I was just hungry.
Dear Human,
I felt that
I felt the thick chains around my ankles
As they dug in to my skin that is usually built quite thick
But you managed to defy nature
As you draped me in cloth and lights
And made me parade the streets which were surrounded
by noise and fire
and humans and more noise.
I was scared
The drums didn’t stop.
I'm sorry I wanted to run.
I just wanted to taste life again.
Dear Human
I felt that
I felt the pain when you took away my fifth litter.
Before I could feed them from my own breasts
I watched you leave me there again
Closed off and surrounded by rusted metal bars
To rot in my own blood and faeces
I watched you close the door
Until it was time again for your new car.
I'm sorry I got sick and you couldn’t get that car.
Dear Human
I heard that.
I heard the continuous screams and shrieks of terror in the other room.
I can smell it too,
The smell of blood
The smell of my blood.
But it all went quiet
When that noisy machine stopped.
I’m sorry for being there.
Dear Human,
Can you feel me?
Can you feel me on the back of your shoulders and the soles of your feet
As you continue to live
I can.
Can you taste me?
At the back of your throat and the stems of your gut
As I claw my way through to satisfy the pits of your greed
I can.
Can you see me?
Die and writhe in agony
As you slaughter and maim me
Just so you could feel better about yourself?
I can.
Dear Human,
Despite what you believe
I feel pain too.
I feel scared.
I feel love.
I feel gratitude.
Though my language is galaxies different to yours
It doesn’t make me less worthy.
Dear Human,
I was part of God’s creation too.
You weren’t here first.
We were.


Yours truly,
Painted Shadow

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Wishful Thinking

I would sing you a song

in 7 different languages

if that meant

you would look up at me just once more.

My fingers would make love

to the piano keys

until it screamed out orgasms in your ear,

if it meant

that I could; not only hear

but watch my name roll off your tongue.

I would place my lips to yours

and drink the sound of my own name

before it started to spill from the edges

of your carefully placed smile,

If that meant

that I belonged to you

for just half a second

on your tongue.

I could breathe

the fumes of that last cigarette

you held between your fingers,

even though I am repulsed by the mere mention of it,

if it meant

that I could feel this way

about someone again.

 

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow

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I’ve Told You Now.

Maybe this is karma
maybe this is nature's way of
holding a big 'Fuck You'  board for me.
So this is most likely karma
for ripping that boy's heart out.
The first boy who showed you love,
The first boy who could have loved you.
One day, you suddenly decided you needed to move on,
and you ripped his heart out the following night
So maybe this is karma
for destroying all that you deserved
for destroying that sweet
innocent heart that wanted nothing more
than to be loved by you.
And you did for a while,
My god, you loved him
with everything you had in you.
But none of it mattered
because you ripped his
fucking heart out.
So the love letters,
and the kisses
and the dried red rose from your first valentines together,
that still sits on your table;
none of those mattered anymore
because you did the one thing you shouldn't have done,
You stuck your hand right in to his chest
and clutched his beating heart around your frozen fist
And you didnt even stop to breathe
or think about it,
You clenched your fist, beating heart and everything
tighter and tighter.
The throbbing beating heart pounded against the concrete walls
of your fingers and palms
trying to break free from this new prison.
That used to be a palace;
A home for this beating pounding warm heart.
Clenched fist and hammering heart,
you pulled your hand right back out
from his quivering body
and you didn't even blink.
You destroyed him
and you didn't even blink.
So, this is your karma
This is how you get to feel
This is your karma.
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I’ve Got You Under My Skin

Trying to fit words in to comprehensible sentences
Trying to make some sense
of the tangled mess in my mind,
that I call love and infatuation and other good things.
Thoughts, strong enough to spin their own webs
Memories and Moments of you
drunk enough to excitedly
dance on each shiny web string
I think of you then.
Your eyes before we kissed
Your lips before we kissed
Your hands before we kissed
Your breathing before we kissed
How the world stopped spinning
when we kissed.
I am left breathless.
I want more.
More than this.
Give. Me. More.

 

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow