L T Winter

L T Winter Jul 2016

Silt-carriers creeping
Enigmatic tidings
-whiskering
Whiskey translucence
And ***** tonics

Age brought, silent sorrows
I wept them-slowly
For-for-getting,

I could be-
A demon cleansing wreaths
Of teeth and all
You see are leaves.

Petals grow on my skin
Talking venoms and frog-like sin
Yet people are hearing hymns,

Though my wrists are just over
Burdened bludgeonings
Theres blankness and hollows.

L T Winter Jun 2016

The Cannibal In Me

I've been licking sandpaper,
-Again scraping away
The disease.
I let you carry,

There were only icicle covered
Cannibals; bearing hearts of lead.

My anchor to it is gone--

I think-
I think.

-I killed it for fear,
And now I'm sugarcoating-
Poisons, giving cysts.

To lesser parts of me.
Help me--

I would ask the husk of my heart.

Unabletofeel.

L T Winter May 2016

Untitled

Bones kissing
Flesh weave sunlight
Into steamless streams,
Of noone and nothing.

Your hands freeze
The distance of us-
To my chest

--And I-refuse to open
Spring's flowers
For fear of missing you-

Glass whispers escape...

L T Winter Mar 2016

Untitled

Its a whimper
Inside my ears
Trickling rivers of blood.

As softness carelessly
Cold begins asking
Demons--
From pandemonia

For mistakes-
We-the-broken
Played with
Ribcages as children.

We were as bread.

L T Winter Feb 2016

Withering Winds

She'd been dressing-empty-tears
-Again.
And the chalice we
Shared as friends,

Now Shivers as
She eats bramble dishes
I express to noone forlorn
Memories applauding to echoes
Collapsing--

'Empty everlasting rooms.'

She's weeping upon her pillows
While the wardrobe creeps outside
To visit meadows; trees
From wence it came.

I'm digit-ally connected to nothing
Except my duvet whose keeper of secrets
And my phone which never rings-

Except to greet the winds, as all things wither without--

To dust.

L T Winter Nov 2015

Blackhole Hollow

My phantom hand
Reaps coldness
And sows the seed
With a nightmare's wish.

As blisters grow on
These lips I find
Insomniac groans-
For everyone.

I'm alone--

Always.

L T Winter Oct 2015

Shards Of Sadness

It's everlasting tumours
And overburdened-
Corridor cells

Tormenting me with
Lexicon sorrows--

I keep kissing entrails
Searching -searching
Demons for microphone heat.