I don't want to: see my reflection,
talk in riddles: see your reflection.
feel your eyes on me like tired boys
look at hot water and coffee grounds,
wishing they'd connect on their own.


I hate myself : I love myself.
All parallel and in between.

"let me get a good look at those lips,"
hands compete with tongues for beauty,
and feeling.

Like oil in water I'll pull you apart:
Together.

Pretty summer dress,
Lola holds Porcelain Meg.
Car brakes scream, smack, stop.

Sometimes we look at each other.
Sometimes we tell each other secrets,
and you keep mine, and I keep yours.
Sometimes we change our appearance to please someone,
and it just disappoints someone else.

the baby next to me is teething
and screaming
and I can't seem to make him notice me.
I can never make him notice me, no matter who he is.

I'm going darker.
Why?
Just a little bit.
Why?
I just want to.
Her eyes are assessing me
and making me change colours.

the cats are pawsitively exhausted
the cats are hoping for sun
and dancing in the rain
o joy!
the music is playing indoors
so they cannot even hear it.
It makes you wonder what it takes to be happy.
Sometimes I don't know.

Sometimes we touch,
but never completely.
Sometimes I call you and you don't answer,
sometimes you do.
Sometimes we share,
but it isn't often.

Though the words, you have rarely spoken.
                            You present unexpected tokens.

     With my kiss, your intent percepted.
                            Your apology is accepted.

Murdered emotions sink deeper into oblivion.  Held captive in a tortured husk of defeat.  Their
shadows wait patiently for my last fetid breath.  Then they may be released.  For suicide is
close to me.  A silken whisper that glides among my thoughts.  A tiny shard with backwards
barbs, which rip the soul upon trying to evict it.  A deceitful promise of forgiven slumber, within
a pool of blood.  A quiet idea upon which I sit.  Icy tears chafe the skin of a hollow shell.  
Leaving acrid scars, seen in my mirror.  My eyes behold my Hell.