The End of Me

Bleach my bones in the sun and wrap them in scarlet ribbon

Bury them in the warm earth and mark them with stones

Under the stars I am bound to a realm of eternal sleep

I will be forgotten and only the birds will sing for me

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The Begging Ocean 

I can feel the ocean

Even though I cannot see it

I can smell the salt

Lying savoury upon my lips

I hear the roar of the waves

I roar back

And I can feel myself getting lost

I can see the darkness of the storm

It’s my veins

Do you feel it?

The pull of the current

Begging you to step in

Be swept away

To lose your footing on the stones

Seaweed under your feet

I’m scared of the ocean

I know what she can do

But I’m drawn to her all the same

I feel at peace by the shore

But I never go in the water

Moxie McMurder

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Not Worth the Ink 

Enemies are my speciality

You’re nothing special 

Just another name 

One of several 

My shit list grows by the day 

I know it in my gut 

I’ve battled worse than you 

You didn’t make the cut

Not worth the ink

But I have plenty to spare

Just ready to spill

For the nemesis rare 

~ Moxie McMurder 

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Do Your Worst 

Stab me with pins 

And bind my hand 

Stitch mystery lips 

I don’t give a damn 

The winds are changing 

You dream of blood 

Prophecies in your nightmares 

Of you dragged through the mud 

These things you have done 

Will haunt you forever 

No salt can protect you 

Your lifeline’s been severed 

~ Moxie McMurder 

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Incendiary 

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You want to start a fire

This relationship has become a tinderbox 

A spark is all it needs

Smouldering 

Angry 

Words spilled starting fires

And you fan the flames 

It’s doing well but I burn brighter 

Combustible 

I explode with a fierceness you never expected 

Blistered lips 

From the words I speak 

There is no water here and my fire catches the wind

Turning our lives to ashes

There are no survivors here

~ Moxie McMurder 

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When the Time is Right 

Cast the circle

Call upon the night to guide me

Deeper and darker than a raging sea

Arms to the sky

Drawing power from within

Now the magic can really begin

Mumbled words on my hot breath

Ready to meet the face of death

The time is right 

It’s the hour of the wolf 

A storm is coming 

But I’ve prepared myself 

~ Moxie McMurder

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