Alone

Spaces

| Rochelle Tasca

I’ve been drinking lately, but I’m alright with that.

An idea;

to surround myself with these demons so they can taste my heart in your place.

They fill a void in my lungs;

just deep enough, for the night to cradle my head back to sleep.

These lucid dreams, entice these beasts

while they stroke my cheeks and whisper;

” Let us taste you. “

.

” Trace those lies,

with our tongues against your thighs,

for us to feel and divide.

Let us love you in their place,

to guide your fingertips between the space.

.

‘In between the sheets,

Your skin belongs to us.

Those tears and fears that

dictate

use

and abuse you,

offer no greater flavor

to our sensibilities.

.

” Our Dear,

this is what our love can teach you. “

.

” Let alone those marks, Love. “

‘ You’ve been drinking lately,

so let us carry you to those parts of hatred,

where your tears collide with the bottom of our glass. ‘

The Quiet

| Rochelle Tasca

The worst feelings come at day break,

when I wake to ice filling in my stomach.

Throughout the day,

I feel ugly and aged, swept by overwhelming tears

that come to me in waves.

When the evening comes again,

I move with anxious haste

to silence this loneliness

that stir within my wrists.

This heartache proves to be more powerful,

and I feel it all;

this void in my chest,

telling me I deserve this.

Left To Give

| Rochelle Tasca

Beneath the shards of glass

stripped with fever and down to ash,

I ached to be your everything

when the sun collided against these walls.

In the quiet,

you were the loudest heart beat against my own.

As the moon took her rise,

she gently whispered;

” There’s nothing left to give. “

while her tears fell gently from the sky.