insecurity,

envy is death.
murderous with a knife
on the neck. cutting in
deep on the edges of a
face, trailing along
lips, and to the curve of her nose. 

slice it off, i beg you. 

take these eyes that don't
belong. slanted and burning
bridges. and these hollow cheeks
that hold a thousand secrets, not
full in bloom.

i am
not my mother's child, but a
prisoner of my father's crime,

last night,

9:59 and the wind is restless.
reaching out its branches -
intrusion,
I've been waiting for this company.
i am at your whirlwind disposal.
your breath - ice sky on my linen skin
tips me off my feet. bangles on shy wrists
are harmonizing with aggression. my veins

have vines kissing me dearly.

i don't know anything, something, everything? i am all of it.

i'm watering a plant. or a planet. do you ever stop and breathe in someones vitality and yearn for their fullness, their body of work of life? i'm still watering a plant. i'm over-watering it. it's going to die, i think.

and i'll dispose of him (i'm sure)

he is the awakening of steam,
perfumed through the corridors,
enticing on wilted flesh.
i come around... obedient wife -
to take his snake right into
the gardens, into my own
scent