little drops of me start
melting into the velvet skies,
i'm a hot sticky
dark and twisty
mess that needs to
go away into the
mysteries of the night.

home is
city lights sparkling bright
across the seas and into
the stars of the sparkly nights.
home is
waves thundering into the
shore, welcoming me
back into their frothy
arms,
home is
where I'll drown
to my happy end.
home is
silky blue candles
throwing yellow shadows
across our entwined bodies,
home is
where I'll
give myself to you.
home is
where I'm
not afraid to be
me.

it hurts to write down
all the words i feel.
memory is a blade,
slashing through the numbed skin;
i bleed in thoughts.

i have questions to ask to
those who believe they have
every right to leave trails of
mass destruction blossoming
(like the fresh blood of a flesh wound)
as they trod across a landscape
of broken hearts -
tell me, does it delight you
to watch an entire generation
go down in flames?

and every time
you break my heart,
i learn to bleed
in *prettier patterns.