alone

growing

apart

adds infection

to wound

letting go

roughs up soft

edges

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jack in the box

 

 

door slammed shut

keep out sign hanging on the door knob

 

panic lives in her chest

winding the jack in the box

anxiety jumps with its

white clown face – screaming

pounding and pounding

stealing another 24 hours

 

messy bed and unwashed sheets

are left,

twisting and turning around daytime

hair falling out

unwashed face

unbrushed teeth

the rotting of woman

 

her knuckles start to yellow

and her heart hardens

sagging bags under eyes

droop like grandma’s skin

 

the dark creases of loneliness

stiffening the body

wide awake with the night

holding hands with one another

skipping over cracks in the sidewalk

nails painted black

chipped and scratched

 

her toes get caught in the traps

left out for squirming mice

the tight pinch of reality is just a slap across the face

the handprint screaming red over her right cheek

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.

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