no more black ink

no more black inked

unedited etched upon this skin;

just my me nakeds and the fire

of the afterwards. i remember looking

down at the burgundy broken down

art; i smiled vixen upon your

titter beer veined neck and

just bit my crisped ready lips.

where i was happy and the existing

meant that tomorrow was

alive. 

but i am unbroken

i have tricked your beliefs into

thinking they were always

mine. threshold me and lift my fingers

off its' tight grip and stand tall over my new

freedom to let me see;

that i am unbroken. i am brittle.

but i am unbroken. 

under that tepee sky, 

happiness was never

this green to begin with. in a storm we

collided and in airy distances

we swallowed fresh births and

raw death storms.

freedom wings disapproved

their meaningless

while all kettle smoked

tears faded away;

abyss hearted brokens were

my one truth love.

wallpaper eyes

i am peeking through your side and

seeping through your withered bones;

desperate to feed off your nothings.

i like revealing myself unto your

non- existence because i become a

became undone. wherever we plan

each other the space is religious in

our wallpaper eyes.

cement heartache

what i thought i saw;

gold feathers flying downwards

towards my cement heart.

we could never be at peace with

these folded nationalities.

i was just a raindrop spread across

your horizontal leaves and walled

into that one area of proverb branched

home; we disappeared and the

writing so lightly appeared.