The Deaths I'm Losing Count Of

Last night I was a suicide

walking

in the faded blue

of your eyes.

Everywhere I turned

I could see myself.

Reflected

in walls of air.

And the blood

crying in desire

on the floor.

The cries filled me.

As I filled you.

And felt your relief

as you watched

me draw

that familiar dark smile

with your razor

across my throat.

A.J. Huffman

Acts of Attention

She stands

on a rusting throne

with her wrists opened.

Using the blood

like glue

to tack paper treasure

to the walls

of a cell.

Designed by an angel.

To allow her

to welcome death

with the levels of her eye.

A.J. Huffman

A Bride for the Gods

You cannot reach heaven

on your knees.

But you can on mine.

See the scars.

I can prove it.

I have proved it.

I have delivered many men.

Up.

On a carpet.

A red carpet.

Colored

with blood they never earned.

But claimed.

Selfishly.

Again and again.

In the force of my will.

A.J. Huffman

A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida.  She has previously published four collections of poetry: The Difference Between Shadows and Stars, Carrying Yesterday, Cognitive Distortion, and . . . And Other Such Nonsense.. She has also published her work in national and international literary journals such as Avon Literary Intelligencer, Writer's Gazette, and The Penwood Review.  Find more about A.J. Huffman, including additional information and links to her work at http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000191382454 and https://twitter.com/#!/poetess222.