Poems from Jaynali

White honeysuckle mist strokes my jagged blades Auburn ochre sprayed with burgundy Wine stains like bruises on viridian lace sleeves...
  A once anticipated afternoon Leads golden spears in hungry melody We watch with bated eyes a tempered moon As poisoned land seeks naught...
The chilling heat punctured my head like burning needles Guilty swords cut my tongue leaving rusted iron on the tip To remind me of my...
Wire snakes bit at my neck Digging for blight blood and bone Bright burgundy in ashe Under a rain of rampant metal The sky became as...
(White honeysuckle mist strokes my jagged blades) The comfort of my sheets wrings my neck; hold me down Tell me its ok to just. stop. stay...