said
i don’t remember what were the words, but i remember your lips, pursed between a half-smile, a kiss and a thought; how could you hold three strings between two? i don’t remember what i said, and i have said a lot over the years; the well hasn’t dried—but you wear a shroud,
hollow
i will give you the hammer and chisel myself, and beg you to keep chipping away; do not let stone remain unformed, even more, hollow it out, inside, outside, shelled; a moonshell in midnight wet sands, let me sing you like everything else; break me, break me,
gaze
the gaze pushes open these petals; the last layer hardened by years of not a true sun rising, you say, it’s true, and i wish it so that i am willing to be broken in, even though i have been promised to believe instead—and wait, i am sure eons have passed and not a single…
tainted
you were the beginning, and you, are the full stop, in between was the longest sentence of me, don’t ask, why the gates are closed; sweetness tainted the night’s air, i hadn’t known anything good can be cloying, yet this skin bleeds death like it is life,
filth
it’s born under the filth of every discarded skin, muck that clogs down your throat, limbs trapped under tar; submerged, ripped and pushed to rock; silence so complete, you are not sure you are all there; or really, is anything there at all,
strike
the blade’s turned inwards, point twisted through cavity; feel free to push further, repeatedly cut me out, do not undefine me; the bindings tighten; i have rearranged my dreams every night and have seen you in sharpness that made everything else, less real; petals fall, let them fall; strike those fisted whetstones into the shape…
make me
don’t blend your brush over me; don’t pull those silvery dandelions over my lines; i cannot let these fingers uncurl from the knife’s edge; do not make me unmake me, it’s all that holds true; the edge is where my teeth smiles and lips spill love, maybe it’s true for you too, the way you…
electric
starve these senses, thin out this skin, stretch out the hair on my head; let all the ends of my nerves shiver electric; veins like sickness bulging, crisscrossing over paleness, draw me out before it all fills in you,
undivide
why does these lies sound like truth; truth like lies, these whispers through the moonless window, tumbling dark and light cut through Reason; i can’t press the dividing line; spider webs my dreams, unspooling quicker than these three primary shades can take,
unscale
your hands had caked mud and scales on my face, hair; i wonder why, i can’t tell even now if it’s to protect or to vilify; i am not sure why i let you; i spend nights unscaling skin with silver rings under moonshine, and wonder, why, why,
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