A piece of land.
A dot on paper.
A place on a map.
To do with a finger.

An idea; good or bad.
The tip of a needle.
Boiling or freezing.
A number in a game.

A heading on a compass.
Some never return from there.
A man out front.
Changes happen there.

Addicted to the memory of you
Telling secrets, hiding them in my lungs
Breathing tides of our love
As my teeth drink the moon
My emotional journey makes me a dreamer
A gypsy soul rations my will
Drinking the universe,  one with nature
Bare feet taken in the earths soil
A desire for freedom

I wish I could just stop breathing

I'm a special girl
You promised not to hurt
As the carpet becomes a wave
My stuffed animals kept me afloat
As I force my eyes shut
Pretending to be anywhere else but here
Counting the thrusts so I know how much longer
Hiding in a box under the blanket of shame  
Questing if the lord will still receive me

A eidolic intuition rummaged through my mind
As they placed the coffin in the living room
The limestone awaited to be inscribed
Let the North wind carry me away
As you visit me in a darkened room

I'm a guest in my own mind
Swallowing spoonfuls of fire
The devil found a room for me to rent
As my fetishes landed me in court