Unspoken sorrows tangling the language of blood
Collar bones hollow in the whispers of  my lungs
Vocal cords made of linen afloat

Dust off the death of hunger  
I will be a beautiful corpse

A flea market ring set my heart ablaze
Twisting around my finger like a hurricane
**** preaching to my childhood
Writing grocery lists on my hand
Leaving red kisses on long cigarettes
Playing a mouth harp listening to Simon and Garfunkel
Living by the words and touched the sound of silence myself
A love affair with the sky
I didn't  fathom mourning
It was a journey of my own

A hankering  to be stung
My rib cage is the opening to the chapel doors
A beautiful blue corpse come hug me with your eyes
Willow branch teeth ,dreaming the moon is soft
A rebirth of midnight a sourvenier to keep

Smashing the bluebird to wear his color in my wounds
Feathers like fingerprints washed out to sea
Let his beak peck away my aortic
The rifle rests at my feet

Steeples of flesh in my nightdress
Unleashed wanderlust stirring up my sheets
Exhaling swirls of poetry
As the fire of you dips into my throat

Sparrows drinking from the creek
Heirloom ashes smudged onto the streets
Soul stacking grief