heavy heart,
filled with questions
but those eyes are dark
dripping caves,
you will never come out
alive.what first stole your
breath
now grabs at your neck,
squeezing every last
murmur
out. there’s no use hiding
in the shadows– those
irises are made of what
blankets you.
I want what I cannot
put into words:
the dousing of the flame
which reminds me you are not mine.
The silencing of my thoughts
which day in, day out
turn, turn, turn to you.
To dam the flow of
you that seeps into my dreams.
To snuff your constant presence
in all of me.
They say
there are two ways out.
I must pick my poison.
Silenticel 