A corpse inside and out,
the glass fogs thick,
concave, ready to crack.
My neck keens and twists, but still -
there you are.
I eat my screams to nothing,
teeth marks embedded in my desire.
Permanence beckons,
tells me I can sleep if I wish, but still -
there you are.
Past skin, past bone - there's
my heart.
Your ringleader and your acrobat.
Still it doesn't know.
Still I wish it did.
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
A corpse inside and out,
the glass fogs thick,
concave, ready to crack.
My neck keens and twists, but still -
there you are.
I eat my screams to nothing,
teeth marks embedded in my desire.
Permanence beckons,
tells me I can sleep if I wish, but still -
there you are.
Past skin, past bone - there's
my heart.
Your ringleader and your acrobat.
Still it doesn't know.
Still I wish it did.
