Betting Hearts

Aquarius

Oh fickle be

winter’s child—

Rain fills your lungs.

You know the writing

of celestial bodies;

you speak heaven’s tongue

But then you withdraw

—Inside—

a castle of sound.

Too close you fly, far

Into sunlight,

Into lonely, black

mausoleum,

charred remnants,

and only now

are you content.

©️Rashael Crystal 2019

Pretty Little Tragedies

The way clouds
pile together
to mighty pillars
bracing the sky,
then vanish
with a shift in wind.

The connections made
in complex webs
intertwined over time,
torn away at every end
with a simple
swipe of hand.

How you,
my favorite may be,
in the second of a snap
image fixed to a lens
aperture and opportunity sealed,
became a never will be.

—rashael crystal

www.bettinghearts.com

Satellites

You are only
constant in your
changing.
Your waxing,
waning, and
inevitable fading.
But, you return;
open faced
and bright,
drowning stars
setting fire
to night.

You and I,
we hang in space
tethered
by some
invisible thing.
Our orbiting bodies
draw ever near,
your surface swells,
my seas surge.
I’m your perilune.
You’re my perigee.
And in this proximity
we bring a simple
sort of summetry 
to the vast
black
of nothing.

Yes, this is
eternal.
Yes,
this is fleeting.
We are only
constant in our
wavering.

-Rashael Crystal
www.bettinghearts.com 

The Lonely Harvest

We are
walking wounds,
seeping sores of
loss and
lamentation.
A swollen
sickly people
plowing into
one another
tearing at
the soil,
uprooting,
spreading seed,
for a slippery
second,
a breath…
of relief.

We bury
turmoil
in bodies.

Perpetually
planting
an incessant
harvest of
loneliness…
that madness,
of the sad.

We are
walking wounds
covered
crown to boot
in battle armor.
Fighting for life—
to the death.
A warring tribe
clashing bodies, yet
terrified
to touch
a soul.

–Rashael Crystal, www.bettinghearts.com

Truth and Consequence.

His eyes
were the kind
you saw your
death in.
Lips of
oleander
laced in
nectar
to disguise
the devil’s
kiss.

To hell with
consequence.

The Adventurer

The Lonely Harvest

We bury turmoil in bodies.
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the walls you build
fail to conceal
the sweetness of your soul.
A sideways spirit
with haunted eyes
besieged by Almost Forevers
and Firelight Lovers.

Strings of paper doll darlings
one size fits all
won’t pale the horrors
fill the hunger
or patch together
your shattered heart

winter was fierce
so lets spend summer
patiently picking through
the scattered colors
starting at the corners
tracing the borders
piecing together
our puzzled hearts.

-rashael crystal
BettingHearts.com

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