Lost River Boys

There are boys in the river. They are many; green with algae and lifeless. They stare through the tepid water, waiting for the unsuspecting, waiting for opportunity. The stars were once their caretakers, but now they sigh over lost causes. The moon is their mother, but they refuse to listen to her silent pleas. After all, they are only boys.

Lost River Boys

Blue

It is blue outside my window

the same blue of your eyes

cavernous, mawing oceans

waiting to consume me

It is blue outside my window

the same blue of your song

driven dark by hidden purpose

an unknown in the form of voice

It is blue outside my window

the same blue of your bruised lips

passionate, demanding, possessive

stealing my heat my heart my soul

It is blue outside my window

the same blue of your blood

spilled dark on the edges of the bathtub

cut on unsaid glass in your words

It is black outside my window

the same black that fills your absence

unrepenting, gaping

I will never know what made you so blue

Blue

Luring

There are spiders hidden in your eyes
They come out when the weaknesses of others are caught in your web
Creeping closer, crawling along lines of lies
Swaddling others in false security
A quick strike of poison, venom hissed in the ear
Letting them feel the fear before you devour them
With teeth like dying pearls and eyes like blood-spattered roses
Alluring in the vibrancy of your lunacy

Luring