i've never been in a burning building but standing in that room with you
sure did feel like it.
you’ve filled my fragile lungs
with ash and soot,
and my altered anatomy
has become a black abyss

you were the arsonist,
who intricately ignited
my bones through your false accusations:
and your lack to love,
executed criminally
you've ripped the stars
right out of my sky -
every single constellation

my wrecked heart radiates for yours,
while a Siberian iceberg
sits in your chest
the stinging of languish
spills from my pores
baby, why can't you see i'm the best?

so remember to forget me, fuel my fire:
let the flames flourish,
*watch them grow higher

you're all soft lines
and blurry edges:
like the moments between each
rise and fall of our chests
while your lips entwine mine
with every breath.

you're all droppy eyes
and silent screams:
looking behind you
everytime you leave,
keeping doors locked
and your teeth flossed.
never letting a single thing
escape your mind that you've lost.

you're all languishing stares
and rough hands -
you've kept mine clean,
laced yours around mine
and promised forever this time.

Wisdom teeth and worms are reminders that growing older is terrorizing; Watching our gums deteriorate like bloated roadkill that's been disregarded for some time, I take a magnifying glass to my tongue.
Feeling our flesh begin to groove like sun dried tomatoes as we instinctively prepare ourselves to decompose.
We keep ourselves up passed dawn wondering if whenever our time comes we will be aware of the mucus-green maggots making their way through our eye sockets; invading the only real thing we can deem our own and if they would really bother us all that much.
And if life goes on after life goes on,
will I be in good spirits to have my friends back in my head?
Will I accept being lowered back into the ground the next time around?

she opens the door:
a symphony of colors and aromas explode.
the green grass glistens
while petite petals cascade the dewy dirt
caterpillars coexist with the giddy daffodils
and chit chat like wind chimes
with the benevolent butterflies.
she lies down
and her hair entwines delicately with daisies
that dance in slight breeze
her blue eyes look up at the blue sky
and she exhales exuberance
she leaves the door wide open
she leaves her consciousness wide open