There are monsters in my bed
and near my window by my doorframe. And I can hear them whisper in the night with their fingers pressed against my pillows while they wait.
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Here is where the dark things roam,
let fire wreak havoc on my bones. All the ghosts of my soul eclipse to parade on catwalk cicatrix. Through my veins and through my lips - I speak shadows, teeth clenched, hands gripped. I'd rather burn here on my own, then sit with devils that I've known. You asked me not to stray
all the while forgetting that I forged these trails alone and am faced with their maps each time I stare at my hands resting on your chest. My heart beat's pounding through my chest
and I'm obsessed with testing it's ability to endure and capacity to lure those drawn to the sound of desperation and pent-up frustration. Smash me open - I bleed dictionary pages, reciting vapid words on empty stages as syntax spills and fills the air and drowns out the sound of hooves thundering inside me now. Weave your words in my tissues
until they resonate through my body and I bleed song. You wax poetic -
my attention wanes. Remember, you are just reflections of a brighter light in a sea full of stars. the
silence of snowflakes in the morning is deafening & the weight of darkness is heavy on my shoulders Waves of gold cascade down shoulders
and ripple across vertebrae and I am lost. Under the grey threats of sky, I am swallowed in seas of rippling sunshine and thrust against rapids. I look for myself in the spaces between shoulderblades and in the softness of your earlobes. I don't find love. But I did find lips that kiss with all the fury of the sea and as I let water crash over me I find that it's easier to breathe underwater when there is nothing left to fear. I have nothing, except the touch of your hands and tangles of red and gold. Raindrops become oceans and even as I am enveloped into blackness, I do not feel small - Not with your body pressed against mine. If no one sees race,
why is everybody running? |
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