S T O N E P O W D E R E D K N U C K L E S

 

I had a stone. Inside. Deeper then I should have.

Covered in tongues. Untouched powdered knuckles. 

You became hallow. Emptied something. Strongly insisted,

inwards motions. 

Then came the storm. 

They changed my intake dosage towards the downfall of chemical pirate.

I substitute. 

Look into windows and speak in tongues. Borrowed. My pain. 

Sustainable electric culture. 

Your frown painted in lipstick marks. Perhaps wished, was not mine. 

Melodramatic interlude. Paranoid exaggeration in syllables. 

I wish? I had a dream. One. Sustained. Focused. 

in me 3 to 5 = 1

my heart. 

loosing count of doors knocked and pages started. 

Many faces never one voice. I don’t feel like I do but then you don’t.

In me, there is a stone. Deeper then should have….

Serpentine and concessions. Looking glass and pupils dilated in the beginnings,

turns. Water fountains and fairytales changed

raw chunks of perforated veins. 

Hands behind my head, hand behind my head! Burning eyelids

...breath. 

Calculated minutes. Barriers and voids canceling each-other.

You can try on the nothing,

have a stone. Deeper then I had to.

In psychotic swirls of echo, screaming joints and broken tangents

licking censorship;

not too much, not too much. Exploding vocal cords,

compression, suction. Stitch!

Daylight brings the best in people, suffocating in polished petty. 

Who one is. 5 option with expiration dated.

Made all up, top that. Now that you know,

I had a stone. Inside. Deeper then I should have.

 

Good Night and God Bless,

Queen of Disorder,

Sonia Dietrich
www.soniadietrich.com

± S T I G M A T A ±

Selective memory of blue flashing lights. From down and between gravity to higher level. I am a dead bird wearer. Your window showed me greatest tragedy and euphoria one seen. You are an enigmatic cult. Every face and expression. Perhaps. This is someone who could beat the grave stones. Want to swallow my eternity with you. I seen how you rise.

This is not a game of alter – egos. Reality is breached. I focus on your breathing.  In circle motions. Not a 20 zone.  We flicker and burn out. Dive. Destroy.

 I AM A BRUTal CONJUNCTION.  

 Face to Face and Back to Back. Shoulder to Shoulder. Arm to Arm. Hunt ME. In visions tempered. By light and darkness. We march. I SOLUTE YOU.

DIVINITY

ETERNITY

COMBUSTION

BORN  - AGAIN

 With open arms. Slowly. Silently. Throne molester. Lilies and white sheets. Posses me. Decompressed information codes. Carry the spear. Within the tongue of your language. Smells of burned flesh. I caress your stigmata. Drums and awakening. Nails black thought red. Bruises and bite marks. Meeting every soul. Connect me.  My channel path in chosen. In the middle of earth wrecking promise. From down under. Watching. Calculated fingering.

I am a working mechanism. A word play. Billions of particles. Trillions of vibrations. Destroy me. Echoing steps. Shiver of temperatures. Collecting dept.  Poses me. The shadow reflections. A coil.  Serpent. Climbing walls. In tongues. Focus. Sharpened. Non exhaling entity.

I SEE YOU!

 Your smell touches my forehead. I am blessed! Open eyed and in transcendent translucent holocaust. Your touch?. Flawless. Climbing on a cross. Ruthless. Rull-LESS. 

In my postop scarification I am climbing toward the mountain heads. In crystal lanes through chalk deserts. Squirting holly water. Fitting bills of misogynistic: and,  including, in association with. Hitting rampage obstacles like a Tetris game put here to discourage. I smell pussy servant from afar. Feeling how sin as leather touches toes in warded towards your most wettest. 

2am is the game time. sophistication satisfaction meets understatement in conjunction of past precum. wearing cunt sings like a crown. 

I AM YOURS

Good night and God bless,
Queen of Disorder,
Sonia Dietrich 
BRUT 

Spoon Of Arsenic

 I can smell my past knocking down on the door. The archway of your back. Fingered. Promising something new. Untouched. WILLINGLY. 

I am not good at this. Small parcels and fireworks. So pretending that it is what should be. Bodies sleeping in tightened circle. With VSR projections of time spent. In between together and apart. This is no sweet melody. Stepping away from want to give. Get. Then perhaps tomorrow flipping on today - we march!

 

Getting hot. Then hotter. Overlooking promised land. Are You Awake? feeling how alcohol concurs blood cells and pulsating dignity in the back of the vesselled up shit spread acute. Cute and demented participation. I am NOT forever. When ever momentum tangles us. I am unsafe. Black coloured perfusion. Inner sanctum spiritus. Dried reproduction. Blood pools and footsteps. Piss on the staircase. Hunted vision and reflection of now NOW. NOW! Want to taste tracked bloodclots and chemically enhanced cum. Land of cantaloupes. 

I am a wrapped in plastic goddess on six rounds of medication. Stitched in the middle firecracker. Licking. Dispensing. Reproducing tragedy triangles vision. My forever is your life long but my today. What side of emancipation are you talking to? This one has no name. In between houses. Daddy will die of skin crawling redemption. Tearing self off. Off bone. In meat faculty. Not ready to let go. Am I? 

 

Drink the approximation. Hooker houses of 13 horses in 13 months on 13th day. I shall not as I can’t to be beheld by preyer and insomnia. Choosing not to be, go. Let go, destroy. Needing a stage of sanctum. Conversing with the holly conjuring. Where is your target group. Your on time vomit passing, finger licking, eye burning pride? This is not a road one takes willingly. What is your perversion? 

 

Don’t promise me anything. My drain bottle is full. I washed my body profuse it’s own remedy and scars heal in 2 weeks and 6.5 hours. Numerological, one is catching-up. I can feel someone standing behind. Close enough not to touch. Silk made and mild washed. Outerbody. With prolonged hands and fingers. Coloured like old TV.  Forever in depth. Saluting government and making self into posters. Organ grinder with burgundy treasure chest. Can I offer you an appetiser? 

 

***

you are milk with a spoon of arsenic

peripheral projection of your won dream upon me

with blue veins and pink swirls

hair scalped off into preservation

watching me complete my dance

observing past contemplation of my scars

your neck line covering the boxed shape reality

i will eat your every word

i am shaped into a translucent vatican

wearing someone else’s flower garden on my sleeve

Painting with words our possibilities

with drops of I T at 02:44

where words are sectioned into brackets

fearing each syllable to escape

daring voices to speak in tongue

i loose momentum

i hide in shadows of your hands

when eyes wonder off into oblivion

finding self pushed into hellway hall-ways

projecting testosterone into common ground

i stand one foot behind you

on the right hand side where cold shiver touches your back

you remind me of old warrior stories

do not dissolve self in perfusion of time

i am the tick in your nerve covered muscles

listen

how slowly fingers reach the never ending crossroads

between how could be and how was

but still

present

is the

the hum of silence off breath

heartbeat and pulsating reflections

i can see tired sick look in your connection

your glance at the letters, words and parallels

you invasion my talent that one dose not know

never meeting non given deadlines

 

i am in time - frames

of 92% battery life and timespan from one swollen stitch to another

i want to shave your body

licking each bleed

consuming the non breathable leftovers of oxygen

I am dramatic

seeing,

how white on white turns blue and still

the pulsating dash takes pity and laughs at my short comings

You inspire me,

for sure

but if, this is other ambition

……….

stagnant

shadow matter with green flashing lights of go ahead

3 dots and a flickering light of 4th

having night vision between two notions

i drift away induced by soft velvet of shadow and gold

a chemical reaction

 in a hidden passage of skin

Good night and God Bless,

Queen of Disorder

Sonia Dietrich