Wednesday, June 8, 2016

counting cuts

Warm from the tinge of her skin
Colored with cracks of my scar
Tickles me cool

You can't hear the hurt
When it caws she slits
ghost tears
masked in sleepless desperation

Stale steady whisper
every scream ever so
Still
In the night of swallowed suffocation

The death inside her head
Is not dread
The fear you find is naught
her
haunting hands
Heavy grasp lay suspended
Vivid but numb

Kissed blades cry her away
Wonder why I
betray the living to live
In shattered feathers

Abandoned by faith
I trust
her no more. Trust
her silence
She is vapor I am smoke

Breathing burns, bleeding
hollow ashes

Unstable you say?
It's all in her head

Today she dies a little
Do you see tomorrow in my eyes?
Hold me a little longer
I might pretend I'm a little stronger
than her disguise

Inhale.  Hell.

help her.

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