You never know, just like they never knew, their eyes that flickered like moths in lighted midnight rooms under Iqaluit winter skies where police stations were freezing boxes and uniforms were golden red like the memories of crimes still backing their eyelids
Their eyes cracked through with hairs of blood like summers in Arkansas when the ground sucked all the life out the air and kept sucking until they lay down parched and begged for water, more than leaked from their shriveled tear ducts
You never know, you just never know, how their hands sunk down and were found their next summer with their frozen wax forms cracked like the August sun.
I already did pressing. pressing my fingers in the spaces between your ribs. trying to find your heartbeat. trying to find your breath. it’s pressing your lungs against your chest and getting harder to breath. in the moment. calm yourself. mindful
Missing:
taking out pages and flipping, flipping
glossy portraits batted by the light
then turned, turned away
much like the street walkers
who turn, turn away
from the people who make their way here
forcing bile down through rivulets, spaces,
small capillary vessels
slick down against her throat,
acid thick
eating away at the cold marble
mashed strawberry
insides of her stomach
tossing, hamster-wheel spun
bile pressing down, eating away
[Devastated]
You never know, just like they never knew, their eyes that flickered like moths in lighted midnight rooms under Iqaluit winter skies where police stations were freezing boxes and uniforms were golden red like the memories of crimes still backing their eyelids
Their eyes cracked through with hairs of blood like summers in Arkansas when the ground sucked all the life out the air and kept sucking until they lay down parched and begged for water, more than leaked from their shriveled tear ducts
You never know, you just never know, how their hands sunk down and were found their next summer with their frozen wax forms cracked like the August sun.
I already did pressing. pressing my fingers in the spaces between your ribs. trying to find your heartbeat. trying to find your breath. it’s pressing your lungs against your chest and getting harder to breath. in the moment. calm yourself. mindful
[Rented]
Missing:
taking out pages and flipping, flipping
glossy portraits batted by the light
then turned, turned away
much like the street walkers
who turn, turn away
from the people who make their way here
forcing bile down through rivulets, spaces,
small capillary vessels
slick down against her throat,
acid thick
eating away at the cold marble
mashed strawberry
insides of her stomach
tossing, hamster-wheel spun
bile pressing down, eating away