Since when have leaves from that tree care
if winds move them with a whisper...
--
i swallowed your words and they...
My eyelids felt heavy
as they slowly...
I am not a caged bird,
but sometimes, I prefer the isolation...
Its another day
when the lower lip quivers...
I've grown accustomed
to nothing but a smile...
Icy jars contain
feathery whispers within...
I've made Hell feel like home-
and it's the closest thing to...
the watchfire extinguishes with the
stirring of the salted-winds, sea foam...
flesh wounds excise fragments of you,
while you’re torn between licking wounds...
We were right here billions of years ago,
lost in thought, making love on the same land...
Behind the nightmares that linger in my glass
like a loose fitting camisole...