back to clean my waves

as i wanted to, i said goodbye.
i walked through the opaque noise
and kept listening
even though i knew better
feathers were being plucked off
my back and my arms stopped breathing.
i folded into wasp bites and the paper
trail bled out; dry closed eyes.

i am sorry we collided- you and i.
i should have held you closer
while the wisest of the blind
fell over my pain.
bloody regrets
now dried up as forever
roses with spineless
thorns.

sorry won't be enough.
living will.

tell me when the sky is purple

because no one does this anymore;
they travel unto our fingertips
and delete the human velvets off
their core, and into my

corpse bleeding with delusions.

and so,

i am freed in your farm-filled
intentions.
his response was loud silence 
slowly justified.
slow movements of law and
lotus a fortress of forgiving
veins standing crooked,
perfectly.