Tossing and turning
like a smooth stone in your hand
that you've been itching to throw
It's the dullest of sunsets,
dead grass pricking your bare soles
but the mud doesn't bother,
your searching to know
The right place
where my fate
is you're raised hand
I go soaring then
Skidding across a surface
so calm.
I begin sinking
without a merit of warmth
from your palm.
like the earth on it's axis
I still revolve
What to do in this darkness
of cold pillows and soft sheets
almost too comforting
for my body to sleep.
Perhaps,
my skin is changing
like reptile flesh
among these tiny blue fishes
who bubbly laugh
whilst I plummet.
I keep ruffled in cotton,
thighs bare to the chill
of a fan that's kept going
I bend to it's will
except it's too difficult
for me to shed.
So you cast away
all your problems
out of sheer dread.
You cannot handle a girl
left in the ravine
like a ghost undressed
I drown in unrest
wondering if you'll
come back for me
but
the panic of staying
makes you uneasy.
So, leave.