Dirt and rubble clog the passages of my heart.
A wasteland cursed with empty skies.
Bleak, oppressive.
Yet we wonder ever forward searching for the calm night.
Embrace the darkness.
I can smell it clinging to you.
Around your hipbones stars circle.
Constellations foretelling supernovas spiderweb my palms.
Stay awhile.
Play awhile.
Digging through only for you.
Calling me. Falling free.
We are the byproduct of concrete love letters
Vicious and exposing, hands always empty but outstretched
Hollow
We become see-through pale once more