Ghost.

Dark thumb prints alternate

down your rib cage as 
engraved shivers,

It's where I held you.

Skin erupting in a web of fingers.
It's where I held you,
outside of myself.

They, they, they
will feel my fingers intertwined

amongst yours.

They, they, they

will brush against my invisible hand

clutching the inside of your arm.

I hold, steadfast

A gypsy curse cast from the runes

of my womb.

This year without your day

It makes me feel sick

I am drowning in the kitchen sink.

Consume and demand.

Let's compare scars

I can pin yours on my lapel for all 
the world to see.

A diamond mine, an empty cart, a finger 
to the spindle.

Sharpened hat-pins and dusty rib-bones,

pockets laden with rocky lead,

Narcissus in the river.

Perhaps we'll peel the skin back

and expose what lies beneath

Ruddy train wrecks

Bloody track marks

A triumph! A glory!

An empty joyless trophy

A toothless hollow smile

An ugly second face.

Paint me on your drapery,

cupped in the cool of a porcelain hand.

A ventriloquist's puppet,

A collapsed flame.

Wooden legs in rubber ribbons.

soft hearts bound with electrical tape,

tapping softly against the drain.

I keep waiting to dissolve.

Who you are.

You keep inviting me in
and tempt me to lecture on the topic of how bad you are
But I have no authority there
I know so little about the subject.
I am cautious to dive headfirst into such murky expansiveness
Unwilling to never take another breath.
I am trying to avoid those dark creatures of depth
dangling pretend morsels, inviting the unsuspecting
To perish between their teeth
I am trying to ignore those unforgiving tides
who strangle those who forget to swim
whose coral points are stained red.
I am trying to resist being swept downstream
A leaf in a storm drain
lungs paralysed, stretched for air.
Instead, I tip-toe around the puddles that have escaped
pooling into the cracks around my feet.
Maybe I will tie a rope around my neck
Wade waist deep
Dive under
and wait
For the unavoidable numb.

I have never loved the water as I should.

Who are you.

I have lost so often
Beds feel empty and cold
with nothing to lose
Jokes aren't as funny
and gained more
Music has no soul
than I could ever possibly fathom
Food tastes bland
That I truly know nothing
Nights are lonely
and no-one
Nothing is as sweet without you.
I was once so eager
If you give me
to lose myself in the confines
one more chance
of your armour
That's all I need
And now
You will know
I cannot recognise your face
How deeply I love you.

They.

Three crouched muses
hidden in the drainpipes
They invite me to their weddings
in my dreams
There are remnants of
my wedding veil
Flayed tulle,
shredded litter in the gutters
Crushed pearls at their feet.

Their crystal laughter 

I would braid into my hair

A twisted maypole

Suspended stairs, spiralling

Swirling

through the inky blue.

Their tiny squeals

remind me now

of pigs with slitted throats.

We are the drug they say
Take us away
Take us anyway.
They are white socks
with black boots
matted down
peacock feathers
Forked tongues on polished teeth.

The reel is clicking over
click.clack
Take us away
shutter speed

Mouths opening, closing
click.clack
Take us anyway

Slippery black fish

Painted lashes

Red cake smear

Peeking orbs amongst the cracks
They are mouthing profanities
under a velvet undertow
I hear a siren song
It sounds like nothing
but they tell me they
are everything

Tick. Tock...nothing.
They are empty cardboards cutouts
They are scratched out photo faces
They are dark shapes in landscapes
of people who once were
Fluorescent in the shadows.

How quickly it all dies.

Delinquent

Swollen nights, pregnant with rain
An intoxicating liberation
of the senses is

A reminder
Of weighted breath
A tribute to the remnants
of choking cloth

I am hoping they don't become...

Maggots under skin,
Molluscs on the bow
An intangible tangle of
limbs and flesh

Tracing, little
black contusions.
Purple blossoms on the inside
of her thighs.

How hard one can fall
into an abyss of words.

How loud the silence

is now.

Viva Apocalypse.

Seraphim arrives incognito

on bended knees and 

broken tresses

Intrepid thighs 

cried blood-shot eyes

Elastic dies, when she undresses.

Broken hearts tesselate

Unwanted cells from faceless faith,

An abomination, from the desolate.

A propaganda of planets

The stars are all liars

We are bigger than we can fathom