Would I smell your head
Sit by your hospital bed
Would I tell you I love you
Hold your witty dead head
If time could stop and all rules be broken
Could I abandoned this path
Run with you and laugh
Would we hate each other if it was
Our wildest dreams a sea of steam
Would we pine for the abandoned path
Stuck with a golden past
Would you then stop plaguing my thoughts
If only we could pause
Then resume our formidable paths

The cold curls around my toes
Pitch black shines through
Alone at last
Drifting through the cracks
Bounding off my hollow head
Counting the minutes until I’m dead

My mum hated herself
She lied down and never moved again
She was selfish she was stupid

My brother hated himself
He took a needle and punctured his skin
He was bored he wasn’t trying

Myself I hated myself
I starved and had bones puncture my skin
I was dramatic I just wanted attention

Surely what could have been
And Michael would grow
Beautiful boy
Angelic eyes
Hands gliding on the piano strings
Throwing back his head to laugh

Oh Michael
You’ve devastated our blinded hearts

A doomed conversation
The room palpitates tension

She repeats, “where’s that”
Instantly interpretation dissipates
Air molecules collide
Shattering letters on all sides

Producing, “sphere bats”
Eyebrows raised
Exasperated again she speaks

“You don’t understand”
Eyes glazed
Mother picks up her knife, leaning over her bowl

“Give me your land”, mother whispers
They both inhale

“Take a breathe”, the child sighs, maintaining the killer’s eyes
It’s mouth gasps in horror the sick sound of unbounded letter slip out

“Sell some ****”, the mother yells
Knife pointing towards gods creation
The child dare breathes she steps back

“Leave me alone”, she utters
“Don’t use that tone”, she mutters

internal itching
systematically starving
luxuriously laughing
soundlessly screaming
a dull blue day
they fogged over
a syringe leftover
a hand sprawled over
grabbing his shoulder
the light escaping
vacant green holes
Where did you find Arthur

Kind funny smart
My feelings are profound
Unique
Unheard of

You’re own son but my best friend
Everything’s a cliche
But he’s mine

And when I die
Kind funny smart
She was your friend but my daughter

I’m sorry
I’ll pray for you
You’re in my prayers

But sir madame mother
We are all walking gravestones

Sincerely sinister
A snake on a step

Nicely naive
He takes a step back  

Daringly deceiving
Surprisingly seduced

A fairytale fable
A victim of their own trap