Dead petals collect in the shallow sockets
vacant for eternity,the fragrance scratches
beneath the decaying waves of nothingness

Feathers scar every reflection, wordings
distorted in finite scratches barley visible
but lacerating deeper than thoughts hanging.

In my veins twilight and luminosity were
dangling from my fingertips scratching them
till fingertips bled radiantly, fading to disillusion.

I was a cloud of confusion, raining shards of
insecurity inwards. Convulsing with each kiss
of positivity that was riveted in my empty skull.

I'm a mirage of imagery, my smiles hanging on
meat hooks, my hello's, how are you. A collection
of stapled wordings, I'm dead inside, a shadow walking.