He's getting high again —
Negotiations with death, again
Says it quiets the suicidal thoughts

Survival needs no explanation —


Not to me
Not
To
Me


I'm ******* in my own...






Negotiations

i can't say i like the taste
especially—
it’s quite bitter
(rustling sheets, floorboards creaking)
but you (i) much rather prefer
there’s nothing bitter about you

a nespresso with caramel—
no, i don’t see
(kiss on your neck)
the resemblance
(kiss on my shoulder)
sweet, sugar, honey,
(stay the taste—caramel)
i must be broken
but not you (you) are heavenly

(the click of
the door—)

the taste(you —sweet)—
caramel

He wears a broken watch,
Frozen hands, a falling arrow
Invisible letters, clear as change—

She loves him

Twice a day,
His broken watch tells this truth:
Love is frozen.
No need to wonder,
No need to question.

Very extraordinarily eternally

And time—
Twinkling,
Twirling,
Turning,
Ticking

pillow-soft
silk & skin
full—
meet
light pink petals
trembling,
sheet-tangled
marks on a body
blushing feelings
sweet nectar
lingers—
delicate, fragile folds
kissed by dew,
hush

Not flowers,
I will buy
myself—
only dark,
bitter chocolate.

February allergies—
how dreadful.

Heavy
life is a heavy (wasted thing)
this year, no different—(i am
sludge,
the rotting bed

if only—)
can i just—pretend
i don’t exist?