• xviii

    bear the weight of your blood
    tensed through your teeth
    the guttural omen, calling
    screeching and howling
    taut sinews until the snap
    it’s not a lesson nor a ritual
    it’s an expulsion of body
    come gather the impurity of pain
    let it nestle where it cannot reign
    of all the silence we hid
    the shifting of empty space like dusk shade
    if we could tempt regret
    it would call upon us numbly
    faint voices finding deaf ears
    kept the tongue from slipping down the throat
    what if it was tangled?
    holding onto anything worth speaking
    such a chore to lie still
    all you saw was idle hands
    cherishing false memories and dead names
    most of the time it’s all worth forgetting

  • xvii

    death, come gather us in our guilty houses
    the cathedrals that rot inside of our chests
    such bedeviled pagans we have harboured
    what sacrificial tokens have we forfeit
    the idol was ripped from our grasp

    replaced by yet another spoiled carcass
    let the venom spill from its mouth agape
    brimming with intoxicating succour
    the waters were tainted from the beginning
    we simply found a greater purpose for its poison

    settling into the normalcy of psychosis daydreams
    wading still, waiting for the flood
    in the wake of miracle and punishment
    we stole repentance from the hands of lepers
    scorched the earth as they slept

    as ordained, to the deacons the ashes sold
    in the same breath prayer was uttered
    fingers were crossed and the candles were choked
    praise our avarice, bathe in its bloodspill
    they’ll regret nothing as they mourn everything

  • xvi

    release, reveal, regret
    bear your hands like crooked teeth
    meant more than it should have
    all the slurred sorries
    owing it all in cigarette ash
    Stupid boyfriend inpatient care
    felt guilty for the broken glass
    plucked like petals from pavement
    next time won’t hurt the same
    there will be laughter and fireworks
    constant lightheadedness, constant quiet
    leaving when it starts
    the parades are passing, unwatched
    they won’t wait for you any longer
    surprised the patience held for so long
    no one left to watch you kill candles
    not a single memory to be made
    it was easier when the sun felt softer
    now the paint peels over rust
    hope it was worth anything in the end

  • xv

    we held the rain long past its fall
    tore the fabric from where it clung to skin
    for all the fragility we relinquished
    withdrawal was the howling call within

    yet in cleanliness the shame burned vividly
    every intoxication swallowed without hesitation
    every drop of blood and vice
    deeper than the pull of muscle memory

    we’re still grinding down teeth well past the root
    scraping at the edges of empty plates
    bladed remarks dragged out like spit strands
    dwindling friends down to uninvited guests

  • xiv

    would you smother me like smoke
    fading slow as the a warm dusk glow
    i want to be nothing but blood to you
    uwavering flow, bone splintering bone

    how i have desired your starvation
    a prayer to be answered by darkest incantation
    sweat spilling fervent for metallic intoxication
    mercy as the gift of your hunger’s fixation

    i writhe hopeless against your tongue
    bound tight by the clenching of teeth
    a visceral form, begging to be undone
    for all my substance i am pulled from beneath

    belonging as prey bred for the blade
    disemboweled in rage like it was all that you craved
    to the lust of your need I am so readily claimed
    leave nothing left of me but what you have chosen to save

  • xiii

    sweet, yearning, pathetic princess
    your gentle need, overflow in excess
    compulsive schizoid, lover’s shell
    promise kindness but exempt yourself
    you miss the bite barks and the burn
    replicate the ache you so wish to earn
    perversion sickness, suffocate the urge
    to spoil yourself in all the sin you deserve

    so you want happiness still?
    or does violence call your name too sweetly?
    intruded upon by murder fantasies
    beyond the repair of poetry
    your teeth rest in porcelain
    pooled in grime and piss
    empty train station limbo
    liminal spaces where safety cannot exist

  • xii

    sometimes i don’t want to protect
    i want the greed, i want to the drowning
    i want what is selfish, more than i need
    i want lies told in kindness, traded for sleep

    whore heartbeat insecure, embodied fragility
    it either means too much or not enough for me
    the constant burn of headlight beams
    soaked canvas scraping against the guttering

    you’re still hiding somewhere beneath my tongue
    tried to lose myself in someone else, pretending
    my lungs would take what i should have stopped
    weightless until the tension knots

    aimless and stray in the lust of internal othering
    counting time loss to the songs i’ve been swallowing
    i’m someone else, wading through aphasia recovery
    blankly gazing through the haze I’ve been coveting

  • xi

    in pursuit of sunlight fragmented
    a shattering bloom across your bones
    inhabiting dusk, embodying us
    sometimes we are here, sometimes we disappear
    like ghosts returning to the only truth they know

    alexithymia avoidance euphoria
    the trembling pull, a fading dream
    of faint outlines dancing against eyelids flickering
    mistaking relapse for affinity
    laced lithium enraptured fantasy

  • x

    ascend through sweat, amphetamine
    the shame of it, the need
    spilling like wildfire
    through desperate teeth
    dedicated to that which bleeds
    soaking slowly through your sheets

    i choke back against softer words
    denied release from knotted fingers
    left to such merciful devices
    would you leave me unrecognisable?
    bathed in salt water, sustained
    in contortion with the blade

    the strain slips against heat
    a flicker that settles into indigo
    begging motions to covet slowly
    owing nothing but lust dependency
    a negligence of reason
    devoted only to urgency

  • ix

    trace the late night shimmer bloom
    this place in me carved out for you
    my tears swallowed for pure devotion
    gripped in breath of falling motion
    whispered warmth; my tethered needs
    i plead upon bruised hands and knees
    fill my chest with sanctuary
    retrace the prayers that set me free
    bind my fingers to your will
    pressed against my throat you spill

castration coven //

transgender,
hopeless sapphic
gothic romantic //

reflections in love,
despair, hope
failure, beauty
horror, personhood
resistance, healing //

non-indigenous woman
dwelling in Naarm
on lands sovereign
to the Wurundjeri people
this always was
always will be
Aboriginal land //

contact: mossrotpoetry@gmail.com