I turned off all the lights
and lie in the dark;
tossing side to side
like a log destined to
plunge.

O' great waterfall, where
art thou?

And so you see
with your eyes closed;
above and beyond this painted
scenery.

I am this close to touching myself;

It's because I shake...

Not out of joy for harmonious dance.

But out of necessity; this body is

a part of me; my very own unraveling.

I let the hands do all the talking.

The conversation is subtle, and much
like leaves rustling in the dead of night;

Everything seems to happen outside an abandon house,
near a factory that's been closed for years;
amidst a vacant parking lot that could
fill thousands...

I touch myself to the sound of you leaving for good.

And I feel shame slither up my spine;

Quite an immaculate spectacle...

The lights remain off,
and you're still so very far away;

My very own constellation, a web of
stars, stars, stars

staring down upon my naked flesh.

I am yours to love and abandon...

I am yours to engrave upon

with scars, scars, scars...