Reborne
I mourned the death of your words
for months
days
hours and minutes, and fuck
where the fuck are you?
Am i dead too?
i must be
no air
I was...
The bloodstained curtains
from our
transplant had closed
The edges of my soul wrapped in a
bandage of daydreams, notepads,
envelopes and napkins
i expected nothing and got
just
that
My nightstand your coffin
my heart yours still
Did you hear me at the cemetary?
Singing happy birthday in a low eerie
key that kept cracking
and breaking the clouds
I kept lifting the lid painful as it was
I willed the words to shift and bendto re-create just one more
time
I cursed your epitaphnot cause you left me wondering
just cause you fucking left
The clock so fucking dustythat I lost track of timeand now im late
Shaken, taken,the piece of methat is you a filthygift who's dirt i adoredThe bones polished and deliberateunlike you
and,
so not me
Your resurrection comes closeas the needle that sweetened my skin
with it's inkand your art and memories of the wayyou let me just fucking
love you
It's pouring now
my stay of executionoffering me everything and nothing
i rip you from your tomband cry for us
losing all quills and feathersof my crumbling words
i cross out the misused verbsof an obituary that plaguedand tried to destroy me
My hand moves
with angst and purpose
i fearlessly write:
i rejoiced the birth of your words.......