Enemy

As long as she inhales
starstruck sunshine,
and lives on, with high
spirits that divert her

Life will last.

But busyness ebbs away
along with recognition
of beauty...

when blood makes
getaways, idles with flesh,
and seeks a destructive
lonely girl.

For at night, memories
confuse her into thinking
dreams bloom in what
she can consume.

So she hides,
locking up her lips
like food's resistance
to let go-
and speak for the
scared one,
her heart is failing.

Yet this skin is felt
by all but her- her heart has
never pulsed the words
to eat, binge, redeem,

it's all been the shadow
she's created, the one she
almost died to be,
thinking reflections were
for great chasers who

Await

Hungrily, somewhat dead,
a surrendered
dreamer

made to respire on imperfect
tattoos of wreckage, and stroke
the informal truths of

Enemy,
and nothing more.

Written 7/9/2012 at 11:18 pm