Watch out, boy,
the world is behind you,
holding you,
waiting for beauty to sigh
itself from your limbs.
I long to feel the
yellow music
seeping from your hands
in the pleasure
tingling along my skin,
the sound of your high-heeled
shoes as you dance to your song
bringing out the movement within.
I dream of seeing
the joy of performance
as you hold the guitar
which led you astray.
You're going somewhere, boy,
so watch out.
Pick your weapon wisely
and play it
with your heart shining
in your eyes
and your blood suspended
on your fingertips
until you hear that song
called 'applause'.

In my mind the music I write
is for an instrument that is not mine, unknown
to me. It cries and rings its wailing
tune and a chord of despair sings its way
into my core. I feel the pain
of the music I cannot write, the song of a million
cuts spreading its way through my skin.
Instead, my music plays through cracked sobs
with my instrument pressed
into scarred skin, tears mingling with blood
on the bathroom floor. I muffle it
so it remains my own secret, a song
for only me to hear. Music
makes no sense to me anymore, only
the sound of infection and dripping death hits
my ears. I look at my reflection, vacant, tracing
my used lips with blood stained fingers.
I am hollow.
No amount of heartsong
will fix those wounds.

His burning hands trace
spiralling trails across my body,
echoing my outlines
with fervent magma.
His fingers are magnets
drawn to my rough edges, cracked
hands of glass smoothing me over.
Try as I might,
I blink to the beat of his heart,
cry to the flow of his love.
I am no longer my own.
I was a girl
of the purest black and white,
living a grayscale life.
He is warming and heating me
to a vivid red,
eyes burning blue,
skin dark with desire.
He comes in colours everywhere,
purple joy, green mystery,
the sound of his eyes catching mine.
The reverberation of his music
is enough to stain my life
with colour more vivid
each time his hands meet my face
to pull it towards his.

I am on an island.
An island surrounded
by streets and houses, ebbing and flowing
with light. People crash and rush
through me and past me
yet I am still trapped on this island.
Everywhere is shared -
I am invisible
yet they are watching me.
My hands are shaking
and spilling the contents of this heart
over myself. They will see,
they will hear.
Eyes. Mouths.
Words pointed at me,
bullets waiting to explode,
tear through me.
Collision.
Breath like hot blood on my neck,
dripping into me.
An expanse of hollow space
filled with nothing but terror.

Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
floating, sinking, fading.
Mist seeping into your bones,
condensing within your mind,
confusion in the purest form.
Dancing fireflies taunting you
with their certainty.
Skin turning inside out
to the sound of your own song,
afraid of what those melodies might mean.
Until tomorrow
you will be lost to the night,
so enjoy the stars
shining their apologies
for leading you astray
and run your fingers
through the glowing water.

High in the clouds, above this town.
Lost and forgotten because I've been gone
so long. The dizzying
haze of stratosphere glues itself
into my mind and I reach boundless
heights, distances so far
your limbs would stretch
through time itself
trying to reach me. I'm gone,
speeding, don't shy away
from gazing at me in awe above you.
Scream in terror as I dive and swoop,
losing control,
dying.
Run in fear when I fly again anyway,
hooked on the high
of thin oxygen and silence.

My happiness is rising and I should be drowning
for lack of air. Endless skies are plummeting
below me at a dizzying pace.  Clouds
pass under my feet like cold breath
seeping from frozen lungs
and beauty is near,
I can feel her,
yet she chills me to my very core.
The earth curves away
from the point beneath me,
miles beneath me.
I just can't stop rising
and there's no way to return.
Mind sailing high
with limbs tied to weather balloons.