eliana vanessa, four poems

demon-prey

he’s
got me
crawling
with hunger—
the kind of chase
only a demon-sniper
could induce,
catching
my camouflaged curves
as we move,
he puts his finger
over my mouth,
whispers “Shhh…”
then pins me down
again and again
in the brush
with what feels like
the first kiss,
the first fuck,
painting
a serious
warpaint grin
on my face
as we continue
to wrestle in the dark,
the smoke
between us, clearing,
our bodies,
dripping in blood,
riddled with bliss.

zero balance

i
wanted
to get
rid of him,
like all
the other
pennies
i senselessly
picked up,
but i
could not;
instead,
i kept
spit-shining
what
i thought
was
good luck,
shortchanging
the worth
of my
own soul,
too highly
invested.

memo from a deranged angel

rip my
veins out,
drain
the blood,
and smear it
all over
ur hairy chest,
i wanna
get in
on ur
heartthrob
essence,
the pulsating
pussy’s
complicated, yes,
just a bruise
minus
the thick accent,
lick lick,
it’s all
code blue
now that we
made a pact,
gorgeous fuck.

all jacked up

i’m saying
i wanna be the freak
in between
the unwritten sheets,
the poem that keeps
writing itself,
that no one wants to read,
much like graffiti, sprayed,
on the side of a highway
most drive past
and never notice,
though
the strange few
will come back
to view on a rainy day,
i’m saying
i’ll never
play by the rules,
that deadlines
are flatlines
only hell’s editors
can change,
but that these lines
i write on a napkin
are yours and yours only.

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