Lonely clouds descending with winter teeth
As sorrows are born into my voice  
Tiny birds are blindly stripped of wings
Hands with cracks, crushing the depths of rewired love
Blue sugar reflects the breath
Inhaling seeded secrets, of the splintering death
Painted with exhaustion, gasping with the pressure of expectations
Flesh stamped with grief ,misplaced with a hollow seam
Walls of bruises blistering the demons in my dreams

The ****** sits on the curb,
Her hands knotted together, white
at the knuckles and
Red on the light palms,
Blue of veins and purple under
A bruised fingernail,
Slammed in a car door a week before.
The heels of her shoes are caked in Earth,
Heavy,
But she feels light,
For her hair smells of cigarette smoke
And her breath of whiskey and songs
And she knows she can’t go home like this,
So she listens in the still, thin air for
The sound of a train whistle,
Something to take her away,
Something that won’t let her look back.

Sand sprouts leaving traces of sea knots
Naked lovers ripening with each embrace
Tripping through landmines of uncertain love
Crevices of truth finger traced as if a masterpiece
Gardening fingers pruning and uprooting
Wires of shadows touching the shore
As the dust of flowers caresses the sky
Translucent kisses and enthralling truths
Chasing the song of the sun

The ink of the beast dissolving into the fabric of molecules
Spoonfuls of the ocean eroding my internal exhaustion
Incisions of affliction inscribing into my flesh
Vile anemic demise filling my lungs  with pebbles
A creek of whiskey snowflakes frosting my distress
Paralyzing my creativity and contemplating my death