I feel a bit of envy
for the bones in my backyard...
My body is a prison;
frozen fingertips hunch...
I'm often jealous of
how deeply you sleep...
The sky is grey today
Like the concrete layer of the buildings...
Liars are
Often...
Are we more than emotions and clay?
Flesh and bones...
Wind howling outside
I pull my bedclothes closer...
Her strained veins
pressed...
dark auburn limbs, silvery stars
journeyed pathways...
i suffocate on suffixes
and im trying to write this right...
Drinking alone on a Friday night
Running on empty in this endless plight...
I sink into your softness
You know my curves so well...