Poetry and Chaos

meant to have

loving haphazardly stories written without existence time running backwards it all never makes sense and your mind tries to adjust to find the depths one must swim to feel the love you were meant to have (C) S. Lynette, 2023

Fire pussy

flower venomfield of glassmuseum of the arts beautifully flawedmidnight tonguereckless rhymessliding down your throat writings on crooked pagesplasma blossom inksmearing dotted lines keepin men’s splines chilledin the wine cellarand you scream out for more (C) S. Lynette, 2023 

Gun powder nightfall

love poems bitten by shadow monsters blood red curtains close the valley black bile floods the coastline gun powder matter falls vigilantes run wild synchronized moonbeams made of glass and underneath eyelids of dreams you meet your consequence (C) S. Lynette, 2023

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