there is peace,
too much peace.these walls are saturated,
dripping, and sickly sweet with
the stillness of avoidance –
nauseatingly daunting.there
is always movement underneath
a still surface, there is always
something
eager to erupt.
they’ll start from your roots, baby
while you’re still waiting
to come out head first
it will enter your veins
and you won’t know
the poison you hold within you.and with every touch of your
bare feet on the soil,
it will grow, it will spread
from the outside in.how were you to know
you’d be born with death
inside you, and that with every breath
it would continue to grow?
i reside in
what i don’t own
what isn’t home
what isn’t mine anymore.i reach for hands
i once found shelter in,
i slip on my feet and
scrape the bottom of this
circulating stream.i once sought structure
in the scattered.i’m carried off
to go somewhere
i do not know
that isn’t mine
that isn’t home.
will these
city lights still burn
my eyes after
i’m gone?
stars in their own right,
of our willdrowning out night but guiding
something, somehowgiving direction
however misguided
to those
finding comfort in false
constellations.
two arms and a heart-
what a beautiful trap,
what magnificent art!
are you sorry
are you sorry you ever saw me?
do you hate me
for promising i’d never hurt you
and lying?i’ve only shown you new ways to
hurt for the same old reasons
i’ve only made myself someone
you can’t really believe in.
love child of earth and blood
and purpling sky, with
eyes that need only glance
to pry
open doors that have long been
bolted shut.
those eyes
a mix of dirt and blood;
sway me into a
drunken stupor, consume me
with your cabernet eyes.
when did everything die?
when did flowers seep into the
dirt and birds become the sky?
when did the wind become still?
when did it all escape my mind?
when did it all go black and white?
Silenticel 