111111: ode to love lost and bed sheets in beige.
lonely escapes are nothing but heart ache speechless and bondage tied around the muscle that accumulates emotion. remember me, green eyes, and all the rattle snakes and flowers frozen from bloom. I’m obsessed with him like your obsessed with me, needy kindness like sickening illness, each gesture more grotesque than the last.
he was who i wanted to know, and like the others i was some odd entity in abstract survival ; odd dialect. antique robes and painted eye brows, my jewels make noise when i move. how were you to see me? my actions such small fractions of feeling, my hands cold in bad circulation. i twirl my wrists back and forth forming mudras in satanic writhing. I am who came in your dreams, whose hand caresses your shoulder, who’s breath is the potion in which you bow to.
on the floor rolling in burnt embers and soot, blurry your boot steps over me, vetiver and lilac, the rain and your sister playing organ in the other room. among dreams we’re best friends.
