Darkness is the Matriarch

Darkness is the matriarch
Calling me back home
Her patch of daises overturned
The stark whiteness of her dress
Bleach blonde hair
Smells of chlorine
and pesticide
Laughter rings from the babe's mouth
Pulled up in a little smirk grin
She bathes it in blood and filth
I hold the towel
Standing naked, wet, and shiny.
My ass is her funny play thing.
Darkness smacks it hard.
Tumbling into bed, I tremble as she hugs me.
She is my blanket for the night.
My mother left me here long ago
To wander in the shadows
Dew dropped and dreary eyed
I pound away my earnings
Swept the barren floors
But each evening she comes to me
With dark thick straight eyelashes
With a dark glimmering eye
and Smooth sailor's tongue
Darkness kisses me every night.
And every night
I dream of night
and every morning
I drink of death
The hallowed halls shriek with ghosts
Their echoes make ghastly tombs
For the house of the matriarch
When she buries the dead.

I just want to know, love

If I could hold you, would you touch me?
Would you hug me? Kiss me? Love me?
Or would you throw me in the dust, like a musty smelly old used towel.
I'll love you to the ends of the earth.
Broken hearted and alone.
I will still love you, even if you love another.
How will I know that you love me?
In our darkest hour, when time threatens to destroy us,
Will you hold me?
Or will you just ignore me, glad to be rid of me forever.
How can I know when nothing is certain.

A poem

This path that I am wandering on
Is full of mystery
Once paved with dark and eerie death
Now paved with light and mirth.
The angels they are calling to me,
Singing their somber songs.
Goats and fishes dance with dishes,
And so I stay for tea.
Who knows where I shall go,
Who knows how it will all end?
Only fate knows for certain,
What is around the next bend.

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Death is a masterpiece.
Carved in dark wood and ebony
It sheds no light
Death can be intricate
Carved with a delicate hand and crafty mind
Or death can be simple
Just a plan black blade will do
Our lives are repeated
In hopes of changing things
and when they change
it comes to us like the surprise birthday party we never had
Funny, how the moon looks so old
Her beams of radiance
She is proof that there is lightness in the darkest of times
There is always a light at the end of a tunnel
No matter how many times you've repeated living
One day you will shine
~Kelly Heikkila

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The waves crasehd against the sully shore
Calling Calling Calling me home.
Boats lay moored in the quaint harbor
While the storm labored on
Moaning with pain
Groaning and Grunting with every stress gained
I stare out the window
At my broken past
It smells of herring
Sweet berries of summer
Love I once knew
Now gone forever.
I clutch my ring, weave it through my fingers
He promised me:
I'll be safe
He promised me:
I'll be back
I see his boat sinking in the distance
Emotion crashs over me like a tide
And I hear him calling my name
As I walk to sea
To the shore
And there I fufill MY promise:
I will be with you forever.
Because I love you.

-Kelly Heikkila