Cartilage
My eyes grew cold when I installed your soul in them.
My tears they burnt away every whisper, every state of mind
and I grew blind and deaf once every breath
inside my lungs was extracted by your kiss.
This wrist you see, these scars are fresh…these other cuts are still a mess
and in my head your thoughts undress my loneliness
until my flesh is stashed away and all that's left is cartilage.
Here on the edge this hemorrhage is wedged
between the unclear and what is dear yet hard to steer
and in the searing light, lesions palpitate with cold ambition,
almost as if I am being mutilated by a thousand butterfly kisses.
Release my fate for I’m enslaved
and all these chains around my veins, they wrap me up in pure disdain
-yet somehow I am enthralled in this decaying bliss-
The rain downpours, my breath implores-
My vocal chords no longer soar.
..::But however long it takes::..
I’ll wait for you in this abyss.
