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

Burn the Witch Art

Violet

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Violet
A colour I never liked
Pale and weak
Pleasant

But now all I see is violet
The red and blue of emotion have combined
But what should be purple
Rich and saturated
Has faded to this sickly colour
Hanging over me
A shroud no one can see

I can taste those violet sweets I would gobble up as a child
Now that perfumed flavour mixes with melancholy and it makes me feel sick
Where is the pigment?
The fight?
The strength?

Washed out like faded jeans
But actually, I like faded jeans

~ Moxie McMurder
Burn the Witch Art

The Ink is Alive

spilled inkIt spills from my pen
It spills from my mind
And it’s alive

These words have a heartbeat
And it’s bleeding
I can taste these words in my mouth
As the ink drips from my hand

They stick in my throat
So I write them down
Choking on adjectives
And vomiting verbs

With a life of their own
They crawl
They breathe life into a dead relationship
And I’m left to mourn alone

Ink stained hands
Out dammed spot!
My hands are never clean
These words are still hot

~ Moxie McMurder