though two broken people
will never outrun
the breaking dawn

in your tired eyes
colours slowly vanishing
are the vast galaxies
grace of the heavenly bodies
so gently encased

and in your thinning veins
i still feel your blood
streaming wildly
like comets running
in the dead of night

in the depths of
my shattered heart
i feel the threads
of tonight's sky—
the tightrope we
have so carefully
tiptoed on, daunted
by the morning sun
—slowly fraying

as we watch all of the stars fade
one by one into morning
and Venus comes to light
your flaming touch is
slipping through my fingers
a bitter end
of **our last night

Black fine tip sharpie glides in perfect curve lines
Letting out a pungent smell
The ink stains my healing skin on my left wrist
as my right hand guides the weapon as if it were a razor
It used to be a razor

Pretty sure
I drank too much
At your funeral.
Snowflakes were
Falling softly
On your coffin.

Watched them
Etch your death
In roman numeral.
I etch them
Into my thighs
Too often.

With my
Whiskey breath
I learn to soften.
I sink with you.
6 feet deep,
Yet unforgotten.