ARE YOU BORED YET?
Acidic dreams rot my brain.
The curves of the road
twisting as I spiral down with it.
We disturb a herd of deer that were
bedded down in the backyard
of a lonely woman. You compared her
to an old snow white.
I suppose i should feel something
the peacefulness that hangs in the air
or maybe the regret that lingers in the future.
This is merely a distraction from flesh and blood
morphing into something unrecognizable.
I can’t be the monster you always asked me to be.
I rather vanish into the darkness
let the walls of my rib cage
cave in upon my aching lungs
than forgive you for what you called love.
YOU WERE A MESS
Dread is a funny feeling
the way it sits in
the back of your throat
not quite choking you.
It echoes in your chest
as if your heart is pleading
for help pure desperation.
I can feel it creeping up
my spine again.
Unopened mail scatters the counter;
The bottle of wine you were saving
for a special occasion collects dust.
This was unexpected.
All the plans you made
washed away with your blood.
You did it.
You finally did something right.
HELL IS SCORCHING
What’s the reason you were so
captivated that you had to get in?
A sly, wicked grin asking
for more than a friend.
Promising that this feeling
won’t ever end.
Siphoning your self worth
from other people’s brokenness
with a charming tongue.
You’re the center of the earth
in the sense that you’re so fucking dense
and no human can survive being
within ten feet of you.
You’re the kind of person only a father could love.
I mean only your father could love.
Tell me to forget your essence or
release what is left of your soul.
I’ll ask what was your name again?
And that is my only sin.
