this knife is close, but no cigar to my minds'
sharp taste.

the edges of rooftops
on my toes wonder, and shades of fireworks
to tempt the crash if i fell off "accidentally."

one hell of a crescendo to plummet to.

chewing of each hour, tales to tell of
at the end of supper. i am full, but my body
empties me of curves.

murderous with a laugh.
the horizon's stain,
how it leaves behind its taste
of love to beat still for.

to be alone, i relish in the
known, the true, the comfort of.

crackling bones under this dress
of skin,
i do think my lungs crinkle after every cigarette
kiss.

do they dance to ribbons of smoke
charmed?

to snake around this wretched mind,
i'm loving all my poison to its last.

a candle burns and i tempt to
fire.