Bulk mail.

The air so thin
i bite my lip
til it bleeds

she slides her hands
across her hour glass
like they were snakes
burning in late eighties blue
projected input channel light.

the shadow
kept at bay
across her cool semi-reflective surface.
Goose bumps begin to emanate from her center
and span outward in all directions

her beating core feels
the winters gasp
escape from an ajar jaw
across the room

i am translucent
sendng bioluminescent flashes
from this cheap motel leather
spilling my body's poison
across the carpet

BPM pileup
right jugular turnpike throbbing
a brain storm
in the saddest city.
Eyes tapering inward
hollow sound
drowning out the world.

Aurora Borealis
eating the sun
so we live in endless night
killing bottles
and smoking til our ghost
turns black
and they turn this old bed
i fall into
into

a coffin
with enough room
to fit
every spirit
that haunted my hexed architecture
like the halls of a hospital
where bad things happened
and people didnt make it
and the sole survivor
was claimed
many years later
by makeshift hangmans rope
kicked off the dining room table
watching the broken clock
next to the oldest calendar
remembering the day you should have died

paying hand over fist.

--

She waits
for her turn
to steal the air
from my impatient lungs

"Wait a minute"
setting me on fire
with a stare that pierces
a hole big enough
she just walks through me.

a penny for my thoughts
no deposits for weeks
angry hands
punch holes
and the friendliest walls
Exodus
while she exits this
shit storm.

I am the moon
the sun is my friend
i breathe the clouds
she laughs on the other end
there is a world between us.
I stay up late
on some winter mornings
just to watch her work.
She is my everything.




Somethings wrong...

possessed
i vomit
rays of foreign light
she stands behind me
all i see is darkness
i am not used to these condition
my fragile icecaps
melt in the intensity


i am prepared
to endure.
gifted with an ability
to survive the burning days
and the vacuum of night.

i am indestructable.



The embrace
her hands clasp
dug in behind cold shoulders

a knot
in my stomach loosens
she expands arms
displaying colors
defined as broken beams of light
transitioning spectrums
til the warmth was in the moment

and the moment passes.
She consumes me
slowly
starting at my face

i hold still and
allow it to unfold
waiting to see if it will stop
and cry
with tales of unimaginable heart break.

I wait...
and wait....
til i lost a thought.
til i cant remember why.
til i lost my mind.
til it didnt matter.
til it was shit.
til a memory
was a memory

and the empty void
just didnt seem worth it.
so it collapsed in on itself
and nothing knew its place.