Luck of a Dragonfly by Elissa Rosenthal

Luck of a Dragonfly 

By Elissa Rosenthal

Take my good luck
into your peace of light.
Willing hopeful wishes
into your grand fortnight.

Release the lucky spark
to others in your world,
for I have given you 
a time to make your pearl.

Pulse by Elissa Rosenthal

Pulse

By Elissa Rosenthal

 

Metal on concrete thoughts 

pulse under my skin,

keeping me from everywhere I need to go 

and I have been.

Scritch scratch 

and peel me thin 

till there is nothing left. 

Every day these systems 

keep me alive, but,

what have I kept?

Muted senses

muted defenses 

making it hard to speak. 

Put me on a wall 

like weaponry 

in your collection 

because I'm not me. 

Pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse,

pulse pull, pulse 

pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse,

pulse, pull, pulse.

"Fluttering Wings" By Elissa Rosenthal

 Flutter Wings

By Elissa Rosenthal

Paint your way into my flutter wings,
and cup them to your heart. Wondering,
with chipping hope,
how
you could brush my dreams away
like a vain rabbit.
Milk into my ear
how your hopes
holed themselves into obscurity.

"Twisted Rainbow" By Elissa Rosenthal

Twisted Rainbow 

By Elissa Rosenthal

Your lips are a twisted rainbow
made of cotton candy floss 
and salty popcorn.
Soft clouds of syrup 
grace my tongue,
and fill me up 

like the glass jar
holding my heart. 
  
Limbs, vines, curling around my legs,
latching me to the sediment 
of our river of light fractals. 
Magnifying lenses examine me,
petting me with your light and shadow.

"Warm Chill" By Elissa Rosenthal

 Warm Chill

 By Elissa Rosenthal

The watching windows 
are like the eyes 

from above me.
Windows full of memories 

creating a warm chill 
to keep me up at night.

Hold me close douglas fir
as wind wallows through you,

as my tears 
water your roots.

"Biohazard" By Elissa Rosenthal

Biohazard

By Elissa Rosenthal

Syringes of toxins pierce the shriveled spiderwebs under my skin.
Mortal,
cherry red
nutrients is drawn out like a verbose speech.
The push and pull
of an uneven tug of war match
drags my body along the ground
which sandpapers me into nothingness.
My body is a nuclear reactor 
full of slow deaths 
of people I do not know.
I see needles as my eyes close for the last time,
wishing they were cat scratches 
from the one who truly knew me. 

I Am a Ladybug By Elissa Rosenthal

 "I Am a Ladybug"

By Elissa Rosenthal

Your fingers are beetles diving underneath my skin
and killing my appetite. A hand of putrid flesh laced in
maggot infested regret.

Can I dive into the trash and live there? 
The home of the ego yelling like a 
ladybug-
as menacing. 
Do I wish to be?

Kill my thoughts slowly and I might as well be dead. 
I am dead
and numb. 

Who am I? What is this place?
Why do I feel like no one?

A hand stokes my back like a banker visiting his gold. 
I am not gold.
I am a ladybug trying
my best to be my best.
I smell the leaves but cannot see them.
All I see is a plastic lining.