The Tears We Never Cry

Spring: Truths

wearemostaliveindreams:

I haven’t
been listening,
so here is an
apology to keep
your goodbye clean,
and chin high: I am,
not the expected
healthy minded, sure
footed, or sweet talker
like suggested on
the care label- Been
thrown away, stolen,
hung out to dry by
my own hands,
enough times to count
on the thousand
fingers pointed towards
my feeble chest.

Inner appearance
appalling, you are
better off falling
towards another.

Defenestrations: Voice

loqui:

This room, fill the spaces
    a strewn heart paints the walls
hiding in secret places
    the shadowy end of sentences

where people meet
    dreams colliding
I feel the cold in my feet
    this dance is an alluring frostbite.

Under covers trying to keep warm
    brittle bones of clock hands stiffen
if we’re running out of time, we’ll just make more
    for within words we are immortal.

______________________

collab with anon as regular, myself italic.

hollow

loqui:

so hollow
I eat and eat
and never fill.

apparently transparent
phallus, obelisk before her
legs straight like a pause
while she falls wide, butterfly

open, waiting
an eager
tiger poised
but I’m swallowing
a precipice shudder

translucent,
I am yesterday’s
bleary eyes smudging.

is she relaxing?
muscles sopping.
wet meat. paper bag.
seeping through.

I never
should have come here.

In my head…