A breath caught
left with lungs that won't empty,
and a spinning mind that won't quit.
Nothing but a sliver of darkness
now separates our peeking souls.

Thrown-out of hiding
by flames that lick the air
-akin to the striking of a match-
our eyes lock and intertwine
like grape vines, just before the dawn.

The body
I want
exists
through the veil of blood that spiderwebs above my eyelids.

The soul
I so desire
screams out like nails on a chalkboard, across my vanes-
and alone, underneath the cupboard drawer.

The human
I loved
hides underneath my larynx
and rests so heavily upon my soul.

It is the monster under my bed
but, I am no longer five so-
I assume night lights are out of the question.

Split open, promptly, summer's shine and early morning frost.
Spilling, gleaming, buzz of bees, the smell of your hands.
Stitches, life, eyes that change color in the daytime, the sound of rain.

Balloons red as strawberries
sail under the summer wind,
and like dandelion seeds each one 
is a selfish wish of mine.
I must try with all my childish might
to save one
before he floats forever up, up, in this strange room with no ceiling.
I'd be a hero!
My name would be written upon bathroom stalls and school house halls, whispered between sticks of gum and candy ***, father would finally be so proud.
But as my cherry-colored friend leaves this place
only a hint of sadness remains
because I know wherever he chooses to land, he will safely plant my wish beside him.

It's such a frighting thing to melt in your own skin, at first it was nothing, then it was more than myself.
I had found an egg in my backyard with me at its center,
all stuffed inside with not much air left to breathe
I wondered how I looked to the average passerby, if I was ugly
or, not unlike a Robins egg, so pretty that even the boys found me beautiful.
Don't touch it or the mommy won't come back we were always told.
I wan't to spend my life laying down and watch the stars fall.
And, occasionally, to wish to go out just the same, but instead I'll just sit in my bed because it's what I know and imagine up a real pretty field somewhere because its where I'd like to go.

I wear my heart on my sleeve because I don't really like it much myself.
You can imagine me trying to brush it off like a spider or some demonic beetle, I hope that imagery makes you smile.
And if you feel how I do
Let us run
Fast
Real fast
And maybe our hearts will unhinge and fly away so as to mix in with the autumn leaves.
Now imagine them falling softly like angels with their wings clipped
as dad rakes them into the trashcan.

Could I move to believe myself?

Here I burnt you, through fiery love-passion or lust.
But now, after countless rooms of thought, I cease to chip at you.
Not wanting to expose what lay beneath these layers of dirt,
because I am afraid,
afraid of what lie underneath,
as it may be too recognizable.