She looked like death
Skin broken, bare bones showing
With her stringy long black hair
She felt like a cyclone
Pulling debris, flinging emotions out to sea
With her dark circled eyes
She moved like still air
Suffocating life, putting to throats a knife
With her cold, slender fingers
She smelled like chaos
Burnt and acidic tears, rancid midnight fears
With her cool breath
But she sounded like colors
Bright with sharps, dark with resonating harps
With her stagnant laugh

The jingle-jangle of pills,
in a bottle, now in the trash.
The honey-sweet scent
of liquor in a glass.

The eye-searing shine
of an untouched blade.
The Cheshire cat grin
of a boy who doesn't know my name.

Life,
Should come with a CAUTION sign.

You salt the wound
you bend it back until it breaks
You just consume
despite the way that it may taste

Caught in the bloom
of creations which are not your make
You walk the plank
veiled steps towards what they say and think


Don't even blink
as we push the planet to its brink
Cohorts of war
without reason to what you wage them for

You just forsake
a sedated apathetic state
You choose to pray
to a non-responsive deity

Repeat after me
   I am free

As death nods his head reassuringly

I curbed my drinking
cleaned up most of my filth
how uninspiring

As I stared at the *****
stainless steel toilet
shining under neon light
from a concrete slab
in my small enclosure
I thought to myself. .

There is a poem in there somewhere.

kiss me goodnight
for i want to hold your hand like gravity holds my feet on the gr
i want to worship your body like i've been waiting a thousand years just to be in the same bed as you
i promise
i'll sew my lips shut so i can't confess my love for the hundreth time
but i'll say it ninety nine times whilst i still can
i love you
they say perfection doesn't exist, but they haven't met you