Wet faces and palms caused by fresh rain or unbearable tears, it's interchangeable now ( Read more... )

It's always the same dream ( Read more... )

It's always been this way,
Streets turn to corners and
I stand waiting.

You'd wave if you weren't so far away, or if
Your hands were still there.

Instead we stare ahead unsure
If it's a stranger or someone close.

It's like pulling teeth,
And eventually you'll get every last one until my mouth is raw and bloody and says whatever you want it to.

I'd kill to smell burnt toast, some phantom scent of release. Your hands still scream in frustration but my mind is already long gone ( Read more... )

The years amount to little and eventually you'll be the villian of someone's story. It's not impossible to imagine some coastline with air that cleans your lungs of the pneumonia and sun which warms the bruised and tender flesh ( Read more... )

White void, no walls.
Hello?
Lose the time, sensation, being.

Smoke so much I'm like a fucking chimney.
I declare war on my own body.

Moss balls and snake tails,
Eye of truth and tongue of newt.
All the tiny bones in the forest can't help you now.
The familiars are croaking but that's old news.
And there's no spell that can give you what you need.

I will never blame you for those bees inside this bonnet.
I'd buy us an acre of land outside the city
and we could live there together
or I'll live alone less happy.
But I'll live. Unfortunately.

This place was a shelter before you floated away, taking the rafters with you. The roof came crashing down on all these things we collected, dust settling on the memories just like they were before. But now your fingerprints are missing from all the expensive porcelain we never used and the water just runs cold in the shower and my coffee is never ( Read more... )