“Garbage Room”

the branches of this old tree are twisted like our fingers the night you hissed curled words into my mouth  we lay so still like a pair of icicles melting in spring, but you took every drip of life and dirtied my skin  I can feel you tugging at my arm from the south of this city, so I slam the window shut and grind your taste from my teeth




“Dark Nymphs”

the smallest of details have become worms in my chest, marching to the beat of my heart  and your face is laden with such blame, the skin under your eyes is growing heavy  the crows feet leave eyeliner scars up and down your arms, each one a black kiss flying by




“Blood in the Milk”

she speaks my name, it’s like a hand reaching up into my throat and clawing my honesty  I speak in tones you don’t understand, words written in age rather than symbol  sometimes I wish for a simple tongue  that sweater you made is filthy from the confusion leaking out of your eyes  your lips are scabbed from decisions born in moments too late  in times so vivid I wish I were blind so I could not see your beauty crack as it did, and leave perfection less than inviting




“Abusive Romance”

I awoke amongst the dead, cast out to sea and walking the ocean floor  I am reveling in the ugliness of this situation, moving without the direction of a faithless sun  the triumph of a tombstone is that it will out last the proper memories of the person it stares down upon  like the way I am conquering your whimpering noises with my angry symphony of harsh words




“Pills and Papercuts”

over time in this forgivable absence of morals I have seen such crimes that even god closes heaven over with thunder clouds  each clapping refusal is to cover the misfortunes that the greatest love has become filthy in the name of fetish and bloodlust  we are perverse cannibals  eating the softest and molesting ourselves or the weak  there is no shame greater than fearing the breath I need to take to tell you that I am afraid of my own shadow




“Befouled”

the all-consuming nausea reminds me of our intimate moments where I left myself at the door and filled in the wrists with her blood  the shapes I never learned have come forth from dried pages to brand me inexcusable for the goings-on under the cover of nothing more than an old blanket and forced emotions  fingers still lingering on long-since numb necks, interlocked and severed arms cradling bruised hearts for the reassurance that this was worthwhile when we were just feeling a moment instead of reality




“Ceremony"

in being the only shadow in your world filled with reflection I know I am the thing which shouldn’t be but refuses the alternative  you used to stir the surface and smile at such patterns made in my eyes  the hand you pulled over stomach, the arm you wrapped around your shoulder is now the most dangerous knife you cut yourself with  when you dry out, draw me in on your bathroom mirror and know that the closest thing to revenge has been had  who’s laughing now




“Ogre”

time is unforgiving and uninterrupted, for age is just making records of our tragedies  in leaving such beauty so broken there is only one response left for a notion so vile as you  pin you in place and put you down like the diseased mongrel you are, a swift slash or point-blank, any exit isn’t violent for your crimes against purity  nothing but the most painful moments of your life will do in exchange for the worst memory she has




“Paradise Removed”

but you made me reject the options not having anything to do with diminishing the space between us  waxing idiotic on subjects taboo, things ancient in grace as an old flame lays the lightest of burns to our disconnected hands  second glances beaten, bound, and gagged behind our eyelids, I had never slept so soundly as I did when trying to decide if leaving was really worth the effort  broken jaw made to keep secrets failed me  and you are missed so greatly  only the moon knows such solitude, because all it wants is to crash into the earth, disobeying distance and succumbing to gravity




“Demon Girl”

I will kneel, bow my head and lay my wings to rest in shame of my neglect  for I am a fading star, all crimson and thinning in the atmosphere, while you are the rising sun  with each letter paid in total, I can see you becoming a greater angel than this monster ever was