breaking dishes reaching
our for the reptile skies
and i am inspired yet you
call my me distracted.
i should kill my
nightmare lips with your
sunset copper eyes. open
calligraphy and closed
shadow
eyes with heart beating
again in stubborn
stillness
here. right here.
nostalgic patters across
his
walls and this lonely
pill was
star gazing across the
open windows that i
remember
closing with my empty
eyed
will. i keep writing and
writing
and bruised necks are
kicking
the cropped ground hay as
they
walk by us. the purity of
before
the rainbow was vacant
and i
stayed whole in knowing i
was
real to it.
