The Pond Where Beauty Went To Die
By
Aurynanya
Little white lotus flowers sit upon your sleepy eyelids,
cloaked in leaves, with stems poking from their corners
rooting themselves in your memory-muddied sockets.
Ringlets of russet hair hug your hollowed cheeks
Snaking around your shoulders, those perfectly round curls
Floating in the water, weightless.
Your permanently startled mouth smeared with pink lipstick
Outlining the absence of your voice
Now, no longer questioning, pleading, or begging.
Somewhere between twilight and dusk
The koi investigate your presence in their haven
Nibbling at your broken seams, distended body, dismembered dreams
Your ashen skin glistens under the glow of fluttering fireflies
Where I sit with you in our garden of secrets every night.
A living reminder that even after death, my devotion remains.
Keeper of Keepsakes
Picking from his broken bones,
the dust from his skin.
The ragged remnants of his memories
and no next of kin.
With steady hands,
her vicious intent,
a sharpened blade.
Slicing through his silence,
a perverse promise made.
“This is just the beginning,”
she warned, a loaded threat.
Her hands caked in blood,
his emotions flowing,
her fingers wet.
Tears filled his endangered eyes,
now painfully plucked as a souvenir.
The wet jar.
A keeper of the keepsakes
for everything she holds dear.
His thoughts were driven into
the desperate hands of eventual death.
“Just kill me,” he pleads,
begging for the relief of a final breath.
Them
They compromised security and overturned the mainframe
burrowed their way through her skull and into her brain
Pulverized the processors on her personal computers
Their voices alerted her to the presence of alien intruders
Persuading her to say things she normally would never
Mentally malfunctioning along the way in emotional error
A look in the mirror while she sat and wished she would die
She witnessed their darkness in the white within her eye
She quickly attacked their shadows and stabbed them dead
No longer hearing their vicious voices inside her head
The decision left her bloodied and permanently blind
Only silence swirls along the walls of her maddened mind
What would she do now with an important choice to make?
There’s always the chance of having another psychotic break
And we wouldn’t want anything like that, would we?
Would we?
Aurynanya writes beautifully brutal, devastatingly dark poetry and prose. Her work has appeared in Hellbound Books, Hearth & Coffin, Move Me Poetry, and more. Aury, in 2022, created the limited edition "Between Blood and Bone” dark poetry book. She will soon release a revised version of her “My Heart is Out for Blood,” book, a short story collection called "Jonathan" as well as her “A Girl Can Nightmare” collection. She lives tucked away in darkness at her Massachusetts home where she is owned by two black cats.
By
Aurynanya
Little white lotus flowers sit upon your sleepy eyelids,
cloaked in leaves, with stems poking from their corners
rooting themselves in your memory-muddied sockets.
Ringlets of russet hair hug your hollowed cheeks
Snaking around your shoulders, those perfectly round curls
Floating in the water, weightless.
Your permanently startled mouth smeared with pink lipstick
Outlining the absence of your voice
Now, no longer questioning, pleading, or begging.
Somewhere between twilight and dusk
The koi investigate your presence in their haven
Nibbling at your broken seams, distended body, dismembered dreams
Your ashen skin glistens under the glow of fluttering fireflies
Where I sit with you in our garden of secrets every night.
A living reminder that even after death, my devotion remains.
Keeper of Keepsakes
Picking from his broken bones,
the dust from his skin.
The ragged remnants of his memories
and no next of kin.
With steady hands,
her vicious intent,
a sharpened blade.
Slicing through his silence,
a perverse promise made.
“This is just the beginning,”
she warned, a loaded threat.
Her hands caked in blood,
his emotions flowing,
her fingers wet.
Tears filled his endangered eyes,
now painfully plucked as a souvenir.
The wet jar.
A keeper of the keepsakes
for everything she holds dear.
His thoughts were driven into
the desperate hands of eventual death.
“Just kill me,” he pleads,
begging for the relief of a final breath.
Them
They compromised security and overturned the mainframe
burrowed their way through her skull and into her brain
Pulverized the processors on her personal computers
Their voices alerted her to the presence of alien intruders
Persuading her to say things she normally would never
Mentally malfunctioning along the way in emotional error
A look in the mirror while she sat and wished she would die
She witnessed their darkness in the white within her eye
She quickly attacked their shadows and stabbed them dead
No longer hearing their vicious voices inside her head
The decision left her bloodied and permanently blind
Only silence swirls along the walls of her maddened mind
What would she do now with an important choice to make?
There’s always the chance of having another psychotic break
And we wouldn’t want anything like that, would we?
Would we?
Aurynanya writes beautifully brutal, devastatingly dark poetry and prose. Her work has appeared in Hellbound Books, Hearth & Coffin, Move Me Poetry, and more. Aury, in 2022, created the limited edition "Between Blood and Bone” dark poetry book. She will soon release a revised version of her “My Heart is Out for Blood,” book, a short story collection called "Jonathan" as well as her “A Girl Can Nightmare” collection. She lives tucked away in darkness at her Massachusetts home where she is owned by two black cats.
