ZephyrZane

i. nearly ten; can't breathe in without sepia. stuttering in decay or worse, remorse. high as fire spit up from decades' ash, i've spent my passion spinning. ii. grin when pressure bursts appendix. nervous, left open-ended, fading. afraid of every basement, each furnace churning with what i've lost. iii. dross and strung-out, waiting. god, time disproves you so viciously. opine that we should kneel, worship dirt and muddy our vision of eons. iv. we've gone numb, it's one more ending. this time no returning needles. burn, we're speeding past the earth and in conflagration unmade.

i've been watching my in- volun- tary disap- pearance, felt my self e- rase, my straining face be written off, im- patient. i've been waiting on a maybe, resting inno- cently in a demon's jawline; lately i can feel the fangs dis- placing purpled skin, hate- ful grin's embrace, entrap- ment, en- gineer of my intan- gibil- ity. once i was me.

i. attestation of inadequacy the knife is in your grip and your back, your spine nonexistent, your body contorted and the knife in your back twisting. the pain is not dulled by this fact, that the knife is in your grip and every millimeter added to the wound is because of you. your body isn't numb to your failure, your rampant destruction of self echoes in your nailbeds and the enamel of your dulled teeth. your jaw is clenched, your body contorted, the knife is in your grip and your back is weeping into the night. ii. aspiration of inelegance the night is in your veins and your fever is spiking. there is no way to feel less pain, it is a c

i. in the morning i wretch, bed vomits me out, feet sabotage and catch, head orbiting doubt. i'm eager but quickly repressed, steps into the dew soon find themselves stretched, failure etched devoutly into coralled ankles. i recite the scars, honest liturgy of daily dread, what of me should i forget and what should i assault? ii. around the corner you mention me, sparing no detail. i failed you in glaring verb omissions, my loss glowing crisp in every touch. i am not much; it is no secret to me. i've watched it be prayed with heaves, heard it be cursed in eves, felt it recoil. what worth has the toil of an unwanted burden? iii. in the sun

stare down the barrel, steal a kiss from death. gunmetal teeth clash ugly. sharp metal on the tongue, feel when it cocks. after the blow, who feels the sweetest release?

i. an entire universe curtsies and entreats my wander, guides me to nebulae still forming. here in the bight my stars grow, eager to fill these waters with brilliance and overwhelming good. oh everyone should feel this, a galaxy begging my discovery. little cove, you've been dear but now i must help these shimmers align and reward everyone that i love. ii. didn't take long for the depth to swallow. dire jaws of the earth smack grotesquely and spare no innocence. all of the shine's off the appalachians, now only rot. all i wanted to do was exude a radiance, trust in orbits and plot a course in the heavens. i am left heaving and knowing tha

A knight in white armour with death at his side On water he walks and on lightning he rides The shield and the sword lined in silver and gold With a flame in his heart and a fire in his soul

Reputation is heavy, an expensive coat draped over your shoulders by your friends, your family — such an honor to wear — but what they don’t know is how the dampness clings to the wool inside, leaking down your back, from the sleeves just as slime streaks down a prison wall — on the outside, cool and glossy, on the inside, hot and sweaty — but you can’t take it off, because you’ve got nothing but tender infant skin beneath, and do you want to stand naked before the world —? Stripped of that trust lying across your shoulders, that collar squeezing your neck, like a snake, alwa

i. don't quite speak it, eke it out slow, unsheath it, float it to the guillotine, seek it's demise. expire like stars in rogue skies, like fire in dead eyes, like lost souls, apocalyptic. ii. i will gather the shatters and stabs, the tablets broken, the absent nights, the cryptic choking. i'll gasp and open my chest one rib at a time to hold it, my broken name, while you breathe unwoken. iii. let it bleed, my hoping.

skimming galaxies, fingertips o'er nebulaic shoulder blades skip time and space for favor. his wrist rests blithely on unspooled systems, entire eras lived, loved, and lost. exhalations whisper new directions to blushed skin spirals, each one expanding with eager history. when she turns and gazes up, her cheeks are fully flushed with new stars. in love and blind, he floats.