Hollow heart

Phantom bones

Ashes left razed by hands

of summer and lips of fire

Have you tasted mercy?

Find peace in your violence

Calm in your calamity

You’ve always been the

funeral pyre

And I’ve always been the witch

- S. J. Nox

Blood-stained, you rose

Iron teeth locked around

spoonfuls of fear

dripping like ink and ash from your mouth

Arrows spoken, daggered touch

Eyes drowned in vodka

and propaganda

You rose

Armored with insomnia

spent befriending apparitions

trapped between your ribs

You rose

Fluent in the language of retribution

Draw your sword

A glint of sunrise against tear-stained pillows

A warrior born

of tar-black hearts

- S. J. Nox

Ambrosia

The taste of you like cherry rum and cream

Immortality wetting my lips

Was it worth the fall?

Eternity, your gift

The cost, my life

Poison

My addiction to venom

dripping from your smile

You were always sin and salvation

And I willingly drank

your ceaseless death

-S. J. Nox