Every time you speak of the future
We’re to share
You forget to say we
But continue
To say
I.
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My blistered fingers tremble
They cannot cling to your adulterous flesh.
Death is my coveted cradle.
While Hades sings to me my lullaby.
I spend the night stitching with black thread
I stitch my severed limbs together.
I try to revive my dead skin
The smell of burning corpses
Makes me feel intoxicated.
There’s nothing left here
Only filth and grime.
All the putrid life of the Tiber nourishes me.
Broken shadows from my past invade my dark dreams.
I fall inside the mouth of Hell
Crossing the river Styx with my sentinel.
None of this would’ve befallen me
If you hadn’t plucked my blinded eyes.
If you hadn’t polarized my mind.
If you hadn’t crucified my heart.
Now that I’m at the stake
The flames closing in to devour me.
I wonder if you consider your cruel act a mistake
Or did you murder me in your heart long before?
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I housed dreams in my heart
You used razor blades to tear them out.
Hope lingered on my lips
You bit down hard till they bled.
You left me bloody and empty.
In a world that wants us to be whole and pristine.
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This is a book about love and the wounds that it can bring. It explores the exhilaration of first love, the damage of unrequited love, and the distress of abandonment. The poems are little memories that come alive, a journey between reality and fantasy, often mingling as one. Fragments of life depicted in words. This is a collection of poems both cruel and sweet. The poems depict the difference between how we perceive ourselves and how others perceive us. But most of all, this is a kaleidoscope of emotions that are multiplied and amplified as the reader looks into the window of a young woman’s heart.
This poetry collection is probably the closest anyone will ever get to reading my diary. Many of the poems were written between the ages of 14-24, although there are about two or three that were written more recently.
Some of these poems have been featured elsewhere. Such as:
The Enchanted Forest (honorable mention from Amherst Society in 1997) & featured in a European anthology in 1998
The Love Song (the Illiad Press 1997)
Betrayed With a Kiss for Wildsound Festival
This collection is perfect for those who are fans of dark poetry, gothic lit, and love poems. Some of the topics explored in this book are: relationships, first love, body image, unrequited love, eating disorders, toxic relationships, death, abandonment, addiction, obsessive-compulsive disorder, depression, and suicide.
If any book bloggers are interested in an ARC just hit me up at: azzurranox[@]yahoo.com
I suppose I had hoped that my memory would’ve crippled you
Not to move on.
Instead, I see you smiling with your wife.
Your children remind me so much of you, with those
crooked smiles and messy curls.
I guess I just wished you had wanted those things with me,
Instead of her.
I break my phone’s screen so that I don’t have to witness your happiness
Without me.
By: Azzurra Nox
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