words on a board

it’s lit

thats what everyone is saying

thats what the girl says

a gaping giggle flies out her mouth

as her eyes brighten with each singular laugh

hands covering her bright pink cheeks

it’s lit

the cigarette that dangles out

her mouth and catches flame

all of tonight is dancing in the club

spotlights glaring too bright for intoxicated eyes

some creepy guy with yellow teeth thinks hes all

that with his silver chains and his spinning top feet

it’s lit

the broken spine of life

words plummeting down coffee stained pages

mean in the meaning that connects us into story.

the mistress of another universe

cloathed in ashes

what goes unexplained

 

 

It’s a better story if i talk about

Finding flowers in open wounds

If i say it’s alright

If i tell you that i’m better now

That i can see the different

shades of morning again

Like i used to

Or if i talk about the spinning head demons

Running circles but there isnt really anything

Poetic about this pain

I cant make this a pretty ending.

catatonic

I woke up dead

my body

a fading resolution  of atoms

decaying slowly

unresponsive but

my eyes are open

following objects

surrounding me

the dinner tray full of

squishy food without taste

men and women in pale white coats

doctors and nurses

the piano and the chess board

hands holding my hands

hands folding into oragami

my visitors bring me

sunflower smiles

kiss my forehead

try to hide the

waterfall of tears

rigid muscles

loose their own pulse

repeat repeat repeating

triggered

  movements

i woke up dead in a wheelchair

unable to tell my mother i love her

red escape

Head spinning

Out of control.

Eyes, gone.

The hallways

Are empty but

no pace

To be.

Running

On an endless

Track.

The infection

Spreads,

All through my

Bones.

The sickness

It leaves me cold.

The t r e m b l i n g

Shudder comes

With a heavy fall.

Not a hallucination

Or even a nightmare.

This is the worst

Of reality.

Hands covered

With crimson

Red of my own

Blood.

There is no

Sting, only the slick

Relief

Straight line of

Shame knots in

Skin.

A fire cant burn forever

The flames begin as bright rage

a train wreck of rushing water

through broken windpipes and

out of tune voice boxes/

an endless series of darts thrown

head on

a fistful of promises and crushed violets

an exposed wire

knotting my arms into concrete

force of bitter beginnings

 

but you know what they say

a fire cant burn forever