concave,
convex;
you stretch and shrink
from the blood and chocolate
on your tongue.
a mouse, peripherally,
jumps sobbing out of your
breadbox.
you drive your fist through the mirror and when
i walk in you
are at the dining table,
playing chess with the pieces of your shattered
soul
the blood still running
from your knuckles.
May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 3:47 PM UTC
concave,
convex;
you stretch and shrink
from the blood and chocolate
on your tongue.
a mouse, peripherally,
jumps sobbing out of your
breadbox.
you drive your fist through the mirror and when
i walk in you
are at the dining table,
playing chess with the pieces of your shattered
soul
the blood still running
from your knuckles.
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