Poems: Wet

When the words you've
passionately bestowed upon me
make tears flow from my eyes
The elaborate stories
of what we could be
And those tears
are what make my pussy wet.

Poems: Pink Lemonade

There's a melody
and it sounds like summer
Her voice is like pink lemonade
She sings to me
like she knows my life
My tears fall onto pages
that she writes
She's swaying
She's praying
Her voice is like pink lemonade
Flower petals float
all around our lives
She knows the taste
of violence
She's saying
She's playing
Her voice is like pink lemonade
My mother told me
she sings just for me
Among the irises
on a hot wet day
She's dancing
She's romancing
That melody reminding me
who I really can be
Her voice is like pink lemonade
Let's go to the cemetery
and open a stand
All souls
Come on, baby
Let's drink that pink lemonade

Poems: Break my heart.

He held me like his own

I called him my home

Daddy, I want grow up with you

but she said no no no

She said she lived for me

She cradled me

Mama, I don't really want to be free

She left me to be on my own

Don't you break my heart

Don't you tear it apart

Don't you eat all the pieces

and leave me as your

violently loved

piece of art

I grew up and I fell

straight into the arms

of that beautiful boy

but he hid all the toys

He said I'll love you forever

don't you worry about me

but if you ever look away

I'll be the last thing you see

Don't you break my heart

Don't you tear it apart

Don't you eat all the pieces

and leave me as your

violently loved

piece of art

Blind, I went and fell for a man

with the fiercest of glace

and he told me he'd hold me

Forget all of them

I would give it all up

to be his Queen of Cups

but he stole my heart

and I lost them both in a rush

Don't you break my heart

Don't you tear it apart

Don't you eat all the pieces

and leave me as your

violently loved

piece of art

- Miss Horn

Kali's reign.

Thank you daemons for all your love + support over the years. I am transforming into a new incarnation. I have loved the spotlight + the gifts my career has given me. The life I knew no longer serves me. I am unofficially retiring as a model + burlesque performer. I am sure I will continue with these things in some way as they will always be in my blood. Life is changing. I need to pursue my spiritual growth, my blood art, myself as a woman + finding my place as a single adult woman in this world. I will continue to update this page + I hope you will follow my journey.
All my love.
Miss Horn

Poems: LA

Palm trees 
Ocean beaches 
Boys on their skateboards 
Venice at sunset 
When the sand hits my feet 
Run forever
Never look back
Into neverending summer
Where the night's hot
Neon lights shine bright
Concrete parking lots
Corner stores
Slushies + vodka
This is the kingdom
Where I belong
Short dresses
High heels
A surrounding echo of laughter
Where we will stay
forever young
Into neverending summer
Tattooed kings
with motor thrones
Just ride along
This is home
Perfect makeup
Always ready
Dirty feet
Living high
Crashing waves
the sound of my heart
I am a daemon
in the city of Angels
Unlikely lovers
Eternal freedom
in the bonds of our love
Heavy tears
when we're apart
Won't let me forget
where I left my heart

- Madelina Horn

Poems: Huntington baby

Walking barefoot

in the huntington sands

Waves crashing against

my girlish feet

You were my drug

in the desert

My peyote shaman

guiding my trip

You made the violence romantic

You made the violence romantic

Spiraling downward

out of control

Move again

and you'll smack me some more

I was just 19

you took my violence viginity

never been hit

but its ok

you licked  my wounds

brush my hair from my face

took my hand

and here we are

in the huntington sands

walking side by side

as the sirens sing

the song of crashing waves to us

you made the violence romantic

you made the violence romantic

You were a beautiful dream

made from nightmares

clumsy + crazy

bruises + big lips

but you fucked

my pain away

the very next day

you made the violence romantic

and now you hold my hand

in huntington sands

Poems: No Blood

Death is even more seductive

with it having taken you

I want to walk into the darkness

to see your light

And every night I beg

for you to visit my dreams

but they're empty

I would take every ounce of your death

mainline into myself

Let it flow through my veins

just to watch you from the astral planes

I still feel you crystal tears

on my shoulder

That pain we share

being stuck in an earth body

We could never bleed

Everlasting romantic death

and I will see you soon