dried tree

filtered by grief and in

a mountain sphere i am

withering along your 

removed corpse;

feather puncturing my

unreasonable spine 

i am a flavor to this

version of skies.

dark necks throbbing 

above another galactic 

star;

where i am moonlit 

in your classic 

intentions.

lowered chi

abdominal truths
penetrating our

empty pages

collaborating with

a liquid truth;

i am condoned

by your bold text

and void of wireless

blood.

i wonder why i never wandered
before. why i never stopped to
ask us why the ground beneath
us turned into fast collarbone
paths to the unknown and
unintended.

meditating with metal
hands and heavy chords
in my veins;
singing black nails
and deep masked exhales
leave me behind me.

a lower back torso
is watching over my
plastic as i unveil the deep
skin scars further
and further away from
you.