You sound like under the sea now
a marvelous last breath
before deep diving.

When you come out there are
irreversible changes
I must learn to be inlove with.

The fins under your gold jawline
like slashed kisses given
by lively jelly fish faults.

The salt you’re crying
blisters under your eyes
rubies of rusting time.

More than anything I’m amazed
by your mervoice
an airless bubble of windchimes
and a rush of dramatic delight.

Shell babies between your teeth
tenticles that hang crooked
strands down your chin.
glass syllables that escape
into thin light.

Up here you find it differant
not like that cold God who
keeps his lips like a ghost
to your shadow.

Not like a swarm of silver
that strolls over your tail
and suffocates, small.

It has no graciousness
that, I think, is why I like it
it is as awkward as skipping
in shards of rain, or humming
at a church, during black mass.
.
it is’nt shy about its affections
curling my elbows into its wings
working its way up my perfect spine
wanting to devour my most delicate
and uninterrupted places.
.
It is a passionately displaced reminder
one that clicks its heels when you walk
winks at you while you stare into chalky eyes,
that are losing colour more easily every day
leaving you startled by an unusual thing.
 

 

I’ve loved you since you were a thought
a tiny stretched shape like snow
no other curly bones your size
I stared all on my own, untaught.

And imagined you already wearing skin
with an army prepared in your eyes
and a thriller’s verse over your lips
coming to clear up everything.

In advance I have collected small jars
to harvest your shapeless breath
had windchimes knit into your arteries
to whisper away closet scars.

Are you a heart
or a spider
with your pulse
in eight leaps
and your blood
my provider.

 

For thirteen days now I have kept her body in my purse.

Well, the smallest parts, her fingernails

inbetween my library card and i.d photo

the skin of her eyelids slid in the sides

her pinkie finger on my charm bracelet.

her knuckle bones in wrapping paper

dead ends of her hair, stuck to my notepad.

 

I spend all day with my head in there

I get my tears on her features,

I speak to her so loudly

everyone watches untill

they just dont anymore.

 

Maybe soon I will let her out

or use a differant purse sometimes,

or sit outside all day alone with this bag

proving to her that I am still crazy, crazier, living.

It whistled into my shirt
then sprained my spine
the cracking,
the crying
some rotting mouth’s last wish.

 
so they kissed me to sleep
sung small words in my hair
reminded me how to breath
strung the brain out my ear.

and their breath slept on
the still of my skin
the numb of my face
the hard of my hands
the seashells of my close
curtain eyes.

she has to keep her eyes on him
their tinfoil irises where fish wilt
who dont know direction in slime
the oily white
the olive shine.

she needed to tell him
feelings that bled
themselves over her cheeks
and messed up the shed.

this crush was animalistic
leaving holes over her gums
till apples formed under
her pale skin like crumbs.

words leak down her chin

I am an aquarium
I am summer, unexpectadly
I am untying my hair at night
I am overwheming, aiming myself
claws, cuboard dreams around you

screaming.

There is a small space inside  everything
ceramic and blooming, and I cannot help
this new obsession.

I hold the cold vase’s lightweight to my own
glassy collerbone, allow it to love me the hard way
admire its careful requirements.

Feel this old drying scabby thing
otherwise called a leaf, either way it is
leaving, as I flick it off my shoulder.

I fear how these dice desipher who knocks
on the night muses door, who throws black pepper
into her soft eyes, who flashes her their pale
creased knickers and then runs circles around her
forbidden greenhouse.

 

its too cold outside
the rain grasps light
smiles croak with sickness
something still might
ruin me now.

the hard hammer fails
to break bones on my hand
and the bruises are left
like roses on sand.
I suprise jump from the car
and just like we said
nothing registers on my body
its all lard my head.

horizontal surface’s of cold water
alcohol charred up my throat
my hands hang from the sides
my head begs me, I rise

medium concern
earning me sleep
everyone walks
only I creep

There’s a ringing doorbell
and a spinning tyre wheel
and nails tearing the beige carpet
a nonsense ring around my neck.

lend me some personal space
keep your belt on straight
tell me your happy story
teach me not to worry.

Afternoon darkly, I submit to you
my gravely ermine coat
it’s sterile crooked buttons
pockets of lillypads.

(I offer old pieces
of what I had.)

I wore it while on stolen snow
covering faces that will now grow
into pale juniper’s that seem to speak
but who can save everyone.

Barbwire fences imbued on a freedom floor
devilish preachers are calling, calling
I am not a sprained ear, on a thread
elevated around flags,
let me go, from this imbroglio.

I will always remember
porcelian eyes from sussorous throne’s
collectors of our will
the disultory spill.

 

My eyes go blind
nightblindness, the reliable kind
always returning for the morning.

I’m worlds of badwishes
for you, swarming and sedating
your sheets, the place were peace
and your burning body meet.

I’m entire evenings of fear
tenebrous traces of a milky moon
tenticles of shapes that hover
horns instead, and halved halo’s.

This is me
a damage, a sprain
a quick illness
an evicted noise
an agressive cut
chaotic chords of
sleep apnea arousal
strips of seeweed
addicted to
fragile fluent
bones.

As my eyes regain colur
I break out, bursting veins
viles of breath, broken bottles of it
blustering around my trained vertebra
instead of stable, I strangely fall infront of
you, nothing but a concern
from before.