My heart is choked up all the time but I rarely cry anymore

I'm just listening for breaths or the flicking of a blade

Waking up in the middle of nowhere from the noise of nothing

My room for long minutes in the dark
on feet that unwillingly awakens you

All the heat is in my ears
All the weight is inside of me

A cold appartment
Eyes spread across my face
Centering everything beautiful in the holes of her pupils
Charged and ready to explode

An impasse with an endless concrete wall
Wrapping ourselves into the swallowing umbra
Concealing us from the world into cocoons of black hides.

Awaiting as a resonating swan song in the soundless skull
I am nothing but harm.