Murdered Her laugh chased my heels Past the willow tree Where little frozen fairies worship its roots. Her golden green eyes Flecked with spring Chased me down a well Where each stone housed a soul From ages past. The memory of her tresses Whirls by me in the wind Past the rotten farmhouse that infidelity held. I am lonely by choice Staring in a broken looking glass.
Concubine The sweat sticks things to my body Bracelets of copper Nightmares formed from the flesh of dreams Dreams founded on butterfly wings. The coolest of gusts Brings a two-second respite The weight of the gold around my neck is crushing me. Two seconds of freedom Two seconds to dream Two seconds to believe in the Hallucinations behind my Hazel eyes.
Jaya Avendel lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, writing family into fantasy and pursuing prose. Her writing has been published at Visual Verse, Free Verse Revolution, Spillwords Press, and Grand Little Things, among others. Her poetry is also included in “As The World Burns” anthology from Indie Blu(e) Publishing. She writes further at ninchronicles.com.