December 2011
4 posts
the corner of my eye
stings with acknowledgement
of your shattered safety
you tell me you’re trapped in my familiar woods of two summers ago
i want to pull you from the trees and into these walls but the rotten wood lets in bitterness that we are both too frail to swallow
regret is a sharp burning night that scrapes layers off my skin and when your words aren’t murmuring white noise it’s impossible to feel safe in the darkness
sometimes i look at the yellow beacon of you and i feel real, no longer lost and wandering but safe in the footprints of those whose paths have crumbled off the edge of the earth
talk is cheap and doubts run rampant but you are...
months have passed since i bathed in tears, an impressionable body succumbing to collapse, genuine but vulnerable and aching for favorable hyperbole
the serpent wound its way up my body after you left, soiling whiteness with promises of infinity and drunken clamoring for human flesh
shrugging off the snakeskin we were raw and verdant but hissing toxic, striking lunging as your heart corrodes,...