they make goodbyes
sound easy
when they're at your door
late at night
and they scream your
name like a warning
from the bottom
of the staircase
you leave them,
until apologies make
your tongue as raw as
saw-dust
those nameless boys
the one's with
smoky breath,
they write your name
to the skies
constellate it to their
forefingers and cross it
over their forehead
like a baptism
those boys with hands
that eat like worms
at the dying heart
of your feelings
no, they don't love you
only death can
love you,
nameless girl
with the
countless faces.

I'm going to mark you as mine
As I scratch my nails down your back in jagged lines
And drag my tongue across your every limb like vines
Tasting every morsel of your skin as we combine
Pushing my arms above my head
Making me clench the pillow by the threads
Engulfed by the pooling heat as it spreads
Through my body on this bed

Focused my concentration on a barred window
hoping it would move , thought too hard about
my family hoping they might be moved
Borrowed a dictionary to pass the time
So sad that my thoughts didn't seem to rhyme
On my way to intensive care with Atlanta
in the window , incessantly medicated the
entire month of June , cuffed to a stretch with
no poem in my head , left for dead by the head
of the anguish for which I bled
My home , now a plexiglass window , condensation free
without pen or pencil , no finger can write prose
to calm my days , opting for a bathroom mirror to
explain myself away

Poetry is life in motion , a Niagara Falls of words , a super nova of emotions , cradled on the infinitesimal lines of creation .