She sits with a bottle in her hand.
The hippies mourning in sorrow
peace signs held, oil seeped
into the skin that you
now see as damaged.
****** images that will remain
unknown.
Rain and alcohol
Clawing at the front door breaking
your throat.
snow packed inside her lungs.
Years passed of abusive melodies
full of teasing whispers
Broken glass dancing with her flesh
My friends, you will remain unknown.
Cigarettes inhaled to shorten the experience.
Jeans too tights for the pleasure of his fingers
against her ****.
He is your savior,
but your suppressor.
She will die unhappy.

Seven times repeated
waiting, burying
just enough to feel the fantasy.
You are almost gone.
Mentally stamp't
Formed and pressured.
Physically unreachable.

The touch of each
beat, hollow sound
and unknown awareness.
Relaxation is distant
due to
each cement wall
numb, wet, rapid
pulses.
We know what we want.
Comfort,
trust, physical
verbalization.
Eye contact, fingers
linked
slipped to the left
*passion.

And from thine lips, the truth
released behind the transparent
glass. Life-body extended into the
mind that's expanded with chemical
imbalances. You have walked
away with a piece of my soul.
Rays of warmth hit to cause perspiration
frozen over by the expectation that,
unfortunately, lives with a heart beat of it's own.
Sending sound waves into my black
pulse.
The truth rotting away
the enamel due to the barricades
******* into our jaws.
We must die our complete skulls.
Here is my key. Will you give me yours?

it's time to experience
to uplift, to breathe
in a new moon, to
let the strobing flame
engulf each and every
movement. your external
self only responds to
environmental influences
tear away what you think
others want or need from
you. Stop. *******. Faking.
if i stare long enough i
almost lose consciousness.
how lovely it would feel to
just forget all habitual
idiosyncrasies. to let my
BONES hold me safe and
to trust that i. am in
fact. enough. how dare
i ever question that