Feather

Feather

I have become a feather. My edges are fringed. I am full of light and made of promise. I am stupid with hope, there are no darkened spaces here. Fear is dead and falling in slow motion. There is no vague frontier now but Death’s alone.

And even as I’m falling, I may as well be flying. So let the ground rise to meet me,

and kiss me when I go. © JM Tiffany

The Mender's Prayer

Light, don’t shine too brightly. Dark, don’t be so dim. Love, come to us nightly, Death, don’t be so grim.

God, don’t be so heavy. Devil, just go away. Wisdom, find us rightly. Fools, don’t be so gay.

Hope, don’t be so distant. Fear, don’t be a friend. Laughter, keep on laughing. What’s broken, time to mend.

© JM Tiffany

The Hell of Ten Thousand Kisses

Why did I want you?

Dark hole obscured by leaves. Empty sound of listless breath.

“Must... fill... this... chasm…

Need... more... souls... for... The Hell of Ten Thousand Kisses!”

(Maniacal laughter).

We stuffed each other into one another’s wounds.

I wasn’t empty but I felt hollow and the shape of your pain slotted neatly into mine.

Sometimes love is messy, like Jackson Pollock or blood spatter analysis.

It’s a miracle we survived, and something definitely died.

Naivety? Trust? The jury is out.

I’m clinging to hope… or maybe just discovering it.

I wanted you because anything was better than being alone with myself.

Now all I want is solitude and a peace so enduring that living things nest in it.

I have let Nature reclaim me and sink into the bliss of this Apocalypse.

©️ JM Tiffany

Fishes

As if I could dredge the stars for a fragment of your light. As if I could draw a line from you to eternity. As if you could hear me when I cry.

The world is pale and sick without you. Anemic days weep through white curtains into the blister of silence forming around your absence.

Your shape is fading along with your voice. The colors are running and the silences bleed with memories of you.

I try to catch each one as they slip, like little silver fishes, into the deep.

I follow them and slide into waters so dark that I will never be seen again.

And I will follow them down forever to where the water meets the stars just to seek the color of your eyes.

©️ JM Tiffany

Oblivion

A flower of unknown origin, she flourished in the wild, blooming florid and bright in joyless places.

Her photosynthetic biology made for curious tendencies. Delicate and sensitive, she was a living star rising from a rotten world.

She was capable of altering consciousness and could fill my head with the strangest dreams.

Heartsore and desperate, I followed her gossamer trail until I found her, in a sapphire night, amid a grove of dead trees.

There I drank her melancholy nectar to drift down a river of forgetfulness.

She loved the lonely places and traded in lost things, so I gave her my soul, while she fed me oblivion one petal at a time.

©️ JM Tiffany

Nameless

I have awakened in a thousand worlds and found pieces of myself in all of them, luminous nodes like crystalline shards tenuously connected by the resonant strings of Fate.

We were woven together by the fingers of Madness, laced through with ruddy regrets, yet we are brilliant with sleeping power and mindful of our shared pain.

Our voices are many though we speak as one: masks of the Deep uttering payers in the language of stars to the Nameless.

©️ JM Tiffany