the blood running between my bones
has singed my skin where it can't be sacred anymore.
these tears are rolling down my back scalding
every pore; you'd tear it open, trembling,
finding yourself spinning my numbness
around with your finger
watching the way it curls
when you suck it in and exhale.
find me lifeless, slipping into the arms
of a blind nightmare, clawing at my lips,
muttering words that had already drown in the bottom
of a now empty bottle. my morals stripped
with my clothes by hands i never saw,
littering the floor and soaking in some sort of
liquid rythmic filth, i'd never see your face in the
shadows of my memory. this blackboard morning
smells sharply of chalkdust; you wiped
the board clean and clapped the erasers together
over my face, while i was sleeping.
wake me up choking, dry throat, and exposed.
my fear is a movie playing the answers
on the backs of my heavy, negligent eyelids.
and you'd kiss me once more, scraping my lips
before honesty sets in, and i'll frantically
gather my chalked consciousness,
hanging from your bedpost like a spectacle
in a trophy case, and i'll never
trust you
again.

the blindness in this future finds me
soft with blissful content and
anxious mystery,
sinking lively into this puddle saturated
with a sunset reflection and
infatuation.
i am rising
with the smoke from my lips
into the ceiling
scattered with stars in rich tones of midnight.
come sit at this table
drinking tea steaming and curling
around the heads of the infidels
that pour it dainty into my cup.
this diagonal line
whispers lonliness to the walls
wishing that the blankets were bodies
to fill the empty space
where you should have been instead.
don't believe
in the mad-hatter account of the moonlight
because oblivion is so
much
more
vast.

we're older now
and you can tell by the photographs lingering from years past
emanating that unusual tension
of words unseen and waiting for life,
popping like granules of sugar between my teeth.
we rise and we sink
like beauty in time, distant and far removed,
hanging by strings of voice across planes looking to fold
just to tighten some lost proximity left over from before.
you know, its beautiful
when you sleep to dream in the dirt beneath
some unfathomable starlit canopy,
but its all the same in comfort
looking up at a nylon sky breathing in
the unobtrusive tones of green and grey
that make the red stone walls outside
seem even more monumental than we never imagined.
the sun that rises with my eyes drips slowly down
the back of your neck
where i ran my fingers before i fell asleep,
enfolded in the thick of you.

simplicity stings sharply in the lack of daylight on this grey morning when i woke up and uncurled from your shoulder to rise and unfold. i'll step out to see you from a distant view where your fingers grazed my cheek to brush my hair out of my eyes. the chill that the wind blew in through my window this morning soaked through my skin and left me cold, running frost through my veins. i fell you shiver in the distance of this waiting.

its sinking, and you can feel it.
falling through the floor
again and
again
like your heart though your stomach
at the sound of something
sharp. it severs the edges
that feel real
and this time-warped mirror
is shivering beneath my weight.
its everything you never wanted
all cuminating in misery,
exploding in tears,
and ending repeatedly in
words that tear and scrape at your insides.
you drink doubt in with sound
melting everything
that makes you what God wanted.
you only have one foot to stand on
but you could balance so much better...

the light came in quickly this morning, speckling my walls and pulling my eyelids open in an instant. i can feel my thoughts climbing down my hair, crawling across my back, and scurrying back under the bedsheets to sleep with my dreams that left me upon the sound of waking. i felt you flickering on the backs of my eyelids just before i woke up shivering from the emptiness i sleep with in my bed. i saw you in the reflection of my bottle, your eyes tiptoeing across my hair softly, quietly, trying not to wake my sleep-drunk body so i could continue to sink into numbness while you studied my skin, trying to get behind my eyes to my skull and absorb all of me that you can. but that picture on the wall giggles in the reflection of your eyes, and you're trying to remain still. the air is dry this morning, and it drips down your cheeks leavingno stains or trails of supporting evidence. you'll turn back over and engulf me in a blink. i could feel it when i woke, something in the walls pulling me out of bed and setting me down on the floor before the bricks would start to whisper and get the wrong idea. it was before now that i ate blindly from a box of apathy thay my body always rejected, when i would have rather drank from all the smoke hanging in the air around my head. i found myself embracing hints of jealousy in time and cast aside all envious discord i found in fear. goodnight, enjoy the spill.