you claw from under the sheets and scream and
you bite me if i grab back.
wrap your arms around my neck and hold tight,
and swing, and snap.
what is your obsession with the blinding white of bone?
i know you feel, you're not so sure.

is your feel blinding, white, knuckles-wound-tight heat?
is it ice against your teeth, freezing lips and death blue?
lift off, we are go into the nowhere of your eyes.

i can't protect you but i'll try; your ****** hands match
blood red sclera once white and wide and electric.
stop crying. who's crying? i'm crying. swing twice.
these sheets used to be white and dry and you
used to look me in my eyes.

is the sound too loud for you to bear or is it just right, loud enough
to deafen you into white void peace? away from everyone, weightless
in white void peace, you sleep, dripping red and unreal.

and swing thrice. snap. crack the silence.
what is your obsession with the endless black of void?