A Little Slice of Death

We fall, drift, slip

The unknown journey through sleep

I wish I could remember

I wish I could forget

And fall, drift and slip

To dream and wander through that dimension that feels so real it must be fake

I want to sleep and dream of homes I only half know and speak to people long gone

To fall, drift and slip

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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

Burn the Witch Art

The Completion of Girl

I am the girl who touches the hot stove 
I speak in volumes considered uncouth 

I have scars and bruises and secrets and an honesty that blisters my lips 

I have stolen 

I drink and smoke and I enjoy myself 

I swear like a wounded sailor 

And people would say that I behaved just like the boys

Ignoring my femininity 

This girl can hold her own 

Got to be able to piss with the big boys

Taught to be equal but not free 

I have grown into a woman who will not be told what to do

I like to watch things burn and write about the smoke that stings my eyes and makes my eyeliner run 

I have people in my life who inspire me and I have cut out people who disrespected me

I always carry scissors in my back pocket for just such an occasion 

I know I have something to prove

Something to leave behind 

And after a while I realised It was to take up space 

Use my voice 

The words at my disposal 

Connect with someone who truly understands the bullshit we all fight through 

Or take them to a place they never knew they wanted to visit 

I am the alpha and the omega 

Feminine and masculine 

I am not outspoken, I am spoken 

~ Moxie McMurder 

Burn the Witch Art