cold metal park bench
and a routine
fix of ink and blood and
in between meditations.
slow
motion potions numbing
our
dance; our song becomes
the soundtrack. black and
the nothing rest. your my
potion
and you are the poison
i take refuge in.
startled off by
summoning my cabaret and
looking down becomes a
numb
to my veins. i watched
oceans
bloom into sand and
watched
a keyboard explain to me,
life
and death. i can die
knowing that
you were happy in my
arms.
