When I was in high school, Jeremiah was my best friend. I lived the farthest away from that rural school than anyone else, over in the next town. Every school morning my mom would drive me the mile from our house to the elementary school to get on an elementary school bus which would drive […]
my lips drop musical lyrics spoken to a tune heard only by myself you think you see the realer parts of me when you slip in my cryptic song I lay open my breast bared every thought hidden and woven deeply while my knees part and my fingers slide lower and perfume invades my senses […]
It’s okay that you don’t love me. I’m not hurting. It doesn’t bother me that you don’t read what I write. Sliding razor blades across my skin helps me feel (better). Stopping helps me feel (better). I’m happy. I’m getting used to us being apart. This hurts less now than it used to. We can […]
Day by day she sits in the window staring out as drab-dressed townsfolk pass by. At times one may turn and look at her. Their reaction was always the same: one of macabre desire. Her lips are painted cherry red, her eyes are a bright blue with sparkles, she wears a dainty emerald green dress […]
oh how I endeavored to catch your heart in my hand but it was like wrapping my fingers around burning blades of grass turned to ash right in my palm I mourned what I never could capture sooty trails crept down my cheeks I beheld my sliced fingertips floating before my dust-filled eyes each cut […]
She fucked him to remember She fucked him to forget She fucked him to feel beautiful She fucked him to be someone else She fucked him to drown out the pain She fucked him to feel alive Because when he was deep inside her That’s when the world made sense tara caribou | ©️2017
Voices call and sometimes I answer Feel the cold blade How it beckons, longs To stretch across my skin Bright red ribbons Becoming darker, thicker Hot, wet, wonderful Freak! Freak! Freak! They shout into my greedy ear That’s not normal! But oh how lovely it is Stroke upon stroke A better brush and canvas An […]
black beetles creeping down the walls eyes stare out nothing behind them except everything everything everything every thing nothing behind them at all black beetles clickety-click-cuhlicking along ash curlicues swirls and slithers through my veins dancing pearls down my veins alphabet ash moves slow out my veins my veins as roads to pure thought black […]
he gave her a ring and she stares at it with all its implications its meanings its hidden agendas and its heavy weight somehow wrapped all up in thin gold and delicate gems it fit perfectly of course it did but it also comes with unspoken broken promises late nights spent crying and yelling desires […]
sitting in a grungy diner having a bit of gossip with a friend the bells on the door jingle a dark stranger walks through the door wearing all black and a trimmed goatee and carefully styled hair he looks right at me I barely pay him any mind but keep up my mundane talk the […]
