from splinters to silk.
his name is soft.
vigorous, with a conviction to kill.
charming, but a copy to read off a script.
not once have i introduced him into air.
i lock his name. to oxygen it takes, and this is how you fall.
he is nothing but a memory of fury.
curled into imagination.
my legs are a spider’s weak survival.
ambition to regain strength;
hopelessly i do. and i will crawl out.
in the meantime - distress is an aftertaste of bourbon gulps.
only during sleep do i reconcile with the self.
(i long to patch up skin parts to try his knife cuts all over again)
but morning is a mistress that battles minutes of yesterday
and heart palpitations start again.
his name is soft.
vigorous, with a conviction to kill.
charming, but a copy to read off a script.
not once have i introduced him into air.
i lock his name. to oxygen it takes, and this is how you fall.
he is nothing but a memory of fury.
curled into imagination.
my legs are a spider’s weak survival.
ambition to regain strength;
hopelessly i do. and i will crawl out.
in the meantime - distress is an aftertaste of bourbon gulps.
only during sleep do i reconcile with the self.
(i long to patch up skin parts to try his knife cuts all over again)
but morning is a mistress that battles minutes of yesterday
and heart palpitations start again.