stillness. absolution.

[childisgone]

This was actually written awhile ago. Maybe a month or so ago? I forgot about it and recently rediscovered it & felt like posting.

she breathes sex like
cheap oxygen, a dollar per
milligram, residue on the
cylindrical twenty dollar bills
rolled up beside lax hand
and encrusted upper lip

there is a silence
that resounds within
these walls, constructed
years ago with age old timber
and new age plaster and
paint so white it's really
gray

there are holes now
in her infrastructure;
they have condemned her
as unstable

but she buried her heart
beneath the spackle and
the violent slashes of
paint across the emptiness
that came before her
and it is beating beneath
promises gone silent
in the barren wasteland
of adulthood

her lungs are growing
blacker with contempt;
tar-stained, porous and
gasping for the air
she has denied them
since sex became her
legacy

yet, her smoke-scented
skin, bitter and seductive,
is the sweetest skin to touch
in this love-able, hate-able,
breathe-able, die-able
lifestyle of living free