sitting
                     in the quagmire of her self contempt
                     a flame ignites beneath
                     the blackened caldron


like
                      a frog
                      set to cook in a *** of tepid water

she
                      was clueless
                      she was being devoured
                      from the inside out

oh how you breathe, the sweet air that fills lonesome lungs.
the moon may crawl on your skin and still you’d feel the darkness.
it seeps,
oh how it seeps,
into the creases of sleep, between your palms and your eyes.
no crickets, no engines, no breeze
could ever bring you out of your reverie.
your melodic blinks, the wisps of eyelashes dance against your cheekbones.
and still,
you’d let your mind flee.
it’s cold now, my love, close up that window by your side.
sink into the embrace of my touch
from miles away
i look into the endless black sky
and i just know that you see me too.