Grey Girl

by Ashlee A. Davis

 

The Ocean’s sickly whisper

from a gull’s beak

“Please kiss her, please kiss her”

 

She became a picture of someone unfaithful

and takes photographs of a sad man's bruises

The ocean's sickly whisper

 

She watches his cold hands

            Wishes she could fill them with blood

“Please kiss her, please kiss her”

 

Out of the haze he speaks,

“You are a lack of vibrance, but not personality.”

The ocean's sickly whisper

 

Her name is an ending color

                        But she calls him Red Robin

 

The ocean’s  sickly whisper

“Please kiss her, please kiss her”

 

 

Taste

by Ashlee A. Davis

 

Feverishly she kicks her sheets

The sweat that rolls down her lips

Whispers the antique perfume

    She wore

Her eyes roll up...

... Her eyes roll down...

 

She used to be cold.

She used to be beautiful.

 

I used to know her.