the mess that fills empty space
robbing it of power
too well lit
only empty in shadow
ears ringing out the window and
our faces are so close
her eyes flash their teeth
dull sheen in the new day darkness
legs intertwined solely as anchors
we exist shift and prove through
our torsos face and hair
stopping to share the fear that
only grips us in
the comfortable silences
that weave through unseen gaps
three small windows leaking
grey morning shrill chirps every
five minutes jar and fracture warmth
foreshadow abandonment
the pleasant desolation
of the face down concrete march
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:26 PM UTC
the mess that fills empty space
robbing it of power
too well lit
only empty in shadow
ears ringing out the window and
our faces are so close
her eyes flash their teeth
dull sheen in the new day darkness
legs intertwined solely as anchors
we exist shift and prove through
our torsos face and hair
stopping to share the fear that
only grips us in
the comfortable silences
that weave through unseen gaps
three small windows leaking
grey morning shrill chirps every
five minutes jar and fracture warmth
foreshadow abandonment
the pleasant desolation
of the face down concrete march
