lostoctopus
and oh god,
near is not what you are.
in fact you are miles and
miles away.
memories of you
shoved into the corner
of my heart.
near that leaky valve.
you are seeping out
of my heart and into my
rib cage.
fluttering like a bird
around my lungs.
wrap your claws around
my collar bone and
settle in for the ride.
you made me write this.
controlling my fingers,
making them tear at the key board.
sixty seconds on the clock !
you yell,
the times fading away
and so is my skeleton.