I'm on the edge
I'm tired
I'll grow wings and go
Blue lips and cold hands don't faze me anymore

Poetic scars kissing my quiet sugar thighs
Ash blood hair with lungs full of gasoline
The streets has wings filled with pockets of disease
Sidewalks are notebooks recording my thoughts
Homesickness leaves bruises on my feet
Retracing lovers tears from the corners of my mouth
Petal tongue made of feathers making lovers sigh
In this muted ghost town  
I'm suffocating with the void of communication
Plucking strings and church bells my nerves doing flip flops
Murals swooning the train station amidst the shallow shores
A drinking waltz climbs my eyelids
As I pour you down my throat

Sea salt hair with windchime charms
Fireworks in my chest the solar system in my  hip pocket flap
Tobacoo coat stained green with stones from my throat
A daughter of the North with toothpick heels
Sunken ships and bruised lips as I curse your name
Scar you with my thoughts
Regurgitate our  indifferences in this Melancholy sea
Stardust loveless and lost
I weaponize your words

An unspoken sorrow is embroidered against my chest
I'm drowning in questions and floating, unsure  of how to swim
Her winged eyelashes catch my dreams
My spirit trembling with voiceless gestures
Dandelion hair and sapphire eyes
Overcome with disease my arms spread open wide
I would live beneath your bones to take the pain away
At birth you grasped at cords to stay alive
A tiny bird blindly stripped of wings and other things
Oxygen deprived in this battlefield of life

Spiny trees dissect the doctrine
Yellowed skulls howling
Graying cheekbones shimmer
Stale jars of smoke gurgling
Pock marked bird skin gasping
Lips of sea grass soiled
Palettes of black and blue astray