I'm spinning and I may be bleeding

Disconnected from my nerves

My arteries line up for a cleaning

A redirection of their purpose served



It's winter in my heart

And though we're cold states far apart

I'll be your port in the storm

If after I save you; you carry me home



My neck is twisting with the walls

That must be closing in

They must be closing in cause I cannot grow tall

And I cannot divide from you



It's winter in my heart

And though we're cold states far apart

I'll be your storm in the port

If after I hurt you; you carry me home.



The windows stark above my head

They reach down with their silver threads

And twist round my neck sickly bright

A beacon in the darkest night



It's winter in my port

And though we're cold states far apart

You'll be my storm in  heart

If after you hurt me we're finally home

I'll be your port in the storm
If after I save you
You carry me home

Home is sliced into little parts
And people carry a single tiny piece in their hearts

We're the dirt inside your trash bins
The lonely, awkward has-beens
Dead for the night
Could you turn on the light?

The ghost on the other side of the bed
Is thin in bones
And thick with need

He
Is tired and reaches a hand out
To touch me

He
Is years in the future
While I'm tucked into the past

He
Fingers the duvet between us
And offers a smile

He
Searches inside my eyes
For secrets I want him to find

The ghost on the other side of the bed
Disappears
And I crash into sleep

When I'm with you
The sky turns itself on
And though it's always raining
And the green is omnipresent
When I see your skewed glasses
The clouds are a little brighter

The walls of
wire
The stronghold of
arrows
The violet streaked
eyelids
Her cheek on your
shoulder
I see your
defenses
I long to
dismantle

Frosty steel on hot flesh
The dry hospital stench
A needle point with baited breath
The Instant
The high