Unpainted fingernails
breaking skin,
lines of parallel freedom
brought with blood price.
Each breath whispers
a certain failure.
Each stroke of the pen,
a blackened thought,
with no message.
Through a haze
of cigarette smoke and
empty thoughts I see,
with blank eyes;
a broken mind.
All to nothing,
ashes for all,
dust to share.
Souls touched by the mist
of the fireman's hose
"Save me!"
my voice screaming,
while I light
another match and whisper
"Burn it to the ground."
Your hips jutted
more than mine did,
as you traced lines
from my bellybutton to my belt.
Spontaneous combustion of my core
when we used to sit
on you bed in silence,
with nothing to say,
words weren't needed.
You were my addiction:
a drug of flesh and blood,
lust and passion,
enveloped in cigarette smoke
I'll never forget you
gave me that gift...
A dangerous boy
that made me feel safe.
I saw you across the car park today
Old friend...
would you even know
my face in a crowd?
A feathered symphony of floating.
Wish upon a breaking mind,
I'll lend you a piece,
and dare me to prove sanity.
Let them caress your soul
with wings of softest night;
the harshest notes of their ‘caw’
strike a melody in mine.
Winging their cursive on
an ever darkening sky, of feathered breasts
and unfettered floating
