your screaming aura,

your ethos:

you're woven into
bedstands and nightstands;

looming sideways,
your head disappears into

a maze of tangled lines.

there is no reconciliation.
we're bleeding like paint
in the rain—
wilting flowers
colourless in
our greys.

sometimes your eyes
double, your words
curl my cheek, still lingering
to brush stray strands.

i'm open inside out;
when you turn away
i know the hinges are closing.

crushed underfoot:
ever buried our

leaves (once red

with dawn

The metal splinters and bends:

i'm split into moon-shadow
and star-shadow.

i'm ripped apart.
i'm outshined.
i'm sorry.

i'm burning whatever's left of us:

i'm burning
these foundations

i'm forgetting you

i'm walling myself
in flame

i'm watching you walk
away

the doorway collapses
around me before i
realise it's too
late.