the edges of my fingertips
swell up as they lack their magic
exposure to red disdain
covering delicate skin with danger
the walls protecting a heart
slowly die in their place
and accept the consistent rush
of an old air conditioner doing its best
to persuade heat to leave
so my empty body can feel at home
in my empty room
away from the indulgence
of July's freedom
where destiny forms between lips
and summer dresses paint the day
with vibrancy
where the borders of dawn and dusk
slip terror into the comfort
once safe enough to spend a lifetime with
so perfect it should only belong
in a Photoshop picture
where you simply take the flaws
and eradicate them
if I could take these burns
which burn brightest outside
and quietly kiss them away
like all the other things which can't
come back
leaving loose strands in dark subconscious
waiting for their moment to shine