The moondrops glistening on your skin mapped out more than just stars that needed to be named. They were constellations, solar systems, and galaxies. An entire universe awaited to be explored, and though I didn’t know where to start, I knew I wanted to discover them all.
[Sarah Doughty is the tingling wonder-voice behind Heartstring Eulogies. She’s also the author of The Silence Between Moonbeams, her poetry chapbook, and the acclaimed novels and novellas of the Earthen Witch Universe. Good news, they’re all offered for free, right here! To learn more about how awesome Sarah is, check out her website, stalk her on Goodreads, or both.]
Whenever I go walking
In my stilettos,
I hear you talking.
Dream me up a way
Of swishing my hips
And pursing my lips
And singing your riffs
So that I find beauty
she puts her black dress on
in the dark,
anxious nails red and messy
in their early-morning artistry.
he left the candle burning
in the winter window –
vanilla and cinnamon
on a Sunday evening,
tears and vodka
on a Monday morning.
last week’s relief
into tonight’s regrets,
but the shadowy smear
on the glass
is all that is left of him.
nauseous red nails bearing oily seas
existence with conversations,
with glittering nail cutters,
laughing hysterically in them
of fallen boyfriends, of fallen love
the new being
She scrawls lines
up the back of her fishnet stockings
wiggly-lined intoxicated rebellion
strutting down memory lane
flirting shamelessly with self-destruction
as if, in seductive self-abasement
she may reclaim
love from a wayward lover
and from self
Kohl black kitty cat
Lines stiletto sharp
Tongue dipped in honey
Wine(house), oh, Amy
Night chimes, a ringing to remind her,
She can sleep the day away, but the dark
still draws the Soul from the body.
Stars reflecting off bottles, empty, their
contents alive in her throat.
She is midnight, waking the world.
I remember how you carried your beauty like body armor, letting the world see a smoke screen, that many didn’t notice. I remember seeing the sadness beneath those wings on your eyes, the way your mouth curled into a devilish smile. I remember seeing your hair down, with those curls that lasted for miles, and how much I wanted just a tiny piece of your beauty. Your essence. Even a little piece of your ability to hold the world in bated breath. I remember your courage to stand in front of a million people and hold them under your spell. But what I remember the most is how you wore your heart on the outside and how pieces of it were broken away and lost over time, exposing you. Like a nerve within a broken tooth, you tried to insulate, but nothing could fix what you’d already lost.
Hiding in plain sight
Black song bird
Aching to be heard
Darker than the darkest shadows
Praying sacrificial hymns
Will carry away your demons
Hungry hearts rapture in melody
Enchanted with your euphony
An intentional symphony
Desperate on bended knee
Longing to be set free
Blood and wine
Cherry lipstick stains
Sing for us
One last time
You shot across our heavens
a piercing silver whiskey light
your pain-soaked voice
etching a pin-up girl tattoo on our souls
We died a hundred times with you
Donning our mourning colors
we are left to only say goodbye with words
as your heartbreaking beauty
fades into black
Sarah Doughty/Heartstring Eulogies
The night was black, void of all stars, and not even the glow of the moon cut through it like a blue-tipped blade, devouring that obsidian nothingness like it’s next meal. That silence, where only my thoughts, breaths, and beating heart kept me company, wasn’t enough to tame that lingering sense of desperation. It ate away at me. Each second feeling like hours, and hours feeling like days, until I’d lost all sense of time. I’d never felt more alone. But after what felt like an eternity of nothing, when the last of my sanity began to slip away, the clouds parted, revealing the moon. It shone like a beacon in the abyss, and at long last, I was no longer alone.
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Sometimes all I want is for you to hold me. Let me feel your strength. Let me smell you, feel your arms around me and know you’re real.
I want to tell you how much you mean to me.
But, instead, I’m frozen in silence. And it’s only in those moments when I think you won’t really look at me, and see how much I’m feeling — how much I’m hurting — or hear me if I say something, that any sounds escape my lips.
The words you do hear are often apologies. Beneath the hundreds upon hundreds of I’m sorrys, what I really want to say is that I wish it could be better for you.
Because you don’t deserve to share my misery.
You shouldn’t have to be my savior.
Sarah Doughty is the tingling wonder-voice behind Heartstring Eulogies. She’s also the author of The Silence Between Moonbeams, her poetry chapbook, and the acclaimed novels and novellas of the Earthen Witch Universe. Good news, they’re all offered for free, right here! To learn more about how awesome Sarah is, check out her website, stalk her on Goodreads, or both.