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.

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?