fossil

with auburn brushstrokes, i draw
little leaflets spelling out your name
n e v e r a g a i n.
stirring the bitter lip-biting moments
out from underneath you.
you have dirt under your nails, and in your hair-
time buried you where nobody would ever look
between the cobalt and coal, blackened by old souls
in untold stories, scars around the eyes of smoky storms
jolting hearts from rest,
to remind us of the weather before the sunset
the rain on that desert that held your regrets.
i am the rib cage you walk out of
when you forget a silver spoon,
to find a rusting stilleto and hide it away,
disease you can come back to.
your own little decay.

all but the heart

Filled to the deck
with spoken slurs, disturbed
What did I fill you with?
All but the burnt, blistering heat
beating beneath me.

Outside of view,
yet only open to you,
your pacific dry spells
and your deep, meaningless wells

conflagrations of black birds, migrating
out of view, reminding me of you
and all of the things that are unwilling,
distilling

viscous sky

i know places where we can go
to be alone
but i don't want to be with you
if you don't feel like home

caught up in your viscous sky,
i opened the moon and looked inside
what could i do or say about my shame?
you are just a reflection of me
and all of the things i never say

maps

life is a coin on both sides.

Thunder In Your Folds

Bespoke with thunderbolts
Lit by something you could never hold
And the sulfur in your matches
Lit by sudden bites of cold
Burning up your rose
Becoming what you love
Lit by what blisters in your soul

Thunder in your folds
Thunder in your folds