Origami Swans

Eyes wander over grazed, stained arms
skin thin as canvas
stretching over bone
framing a piece of art so frail
its pigment begins to fade,
paint cracks feather over
every detail
as blurring narratives
fade into
sunlit backdrops

Cut fingers
and pin pricked minds
trace over
origami thought
wrapping lace bandages
over nics
and accidental incisions
sewing stories onto
paper
in bespattered paint

The room swarmed with paper swans
as the floor turned to red

Bitter Broken Heart

If at any moment
Your heart may utter my name
Silence it
Tear its words from your chest
And banish them
From your thoughts

Run a silver dagger
Along your lips
To stain her lips
As you tainted mine

Slip a sinful poison
Into your drink
And whither a slow
And painful heartache

May your suffering soul
Cry out in pain
A Sorrow filled scream
Strangled by my lust for you

Inspired by the poem Havisham by Carol Ann Duffy, I explored the feelings of heartache and envy, telling the tale of a girl who's heart has been shattered to many times to ever recover.

Where We Were

If
You should ever
Need: a friend,
A sister
Or a stranger
To listen
To your thoughts
When you're: frightened,
Worried
Or Lonely 
I'll be there
I'll be where 
I always was
And where we used to be

Just a short poem, inspired by the poem If I Should Die Before You Do by Richard Brautigan, I was intrigued by the structure of his poetry and thought it would be fun to try and mimic this style. His work appears to flow in a rigid way like human speech, stumbling through the words as if the reader is almost afraid of what they are saying.