patron saint
the words wont fall from my fingers the same way i speak in tongues. i could never keep track of hands on a clock - keep your fingerprints confined to the space under my thighs. get well soon,in loving memory,obituary in the empty space. the way my hand stings in the cold of the night - moonshine bruises shining with starlight. droplets i cant keep count of - 12344321 backwards forwards monotony is my mistress. clouded by hues of reds and blues - keep the greens for the days i get to see you. crooked teeth and busted lips swollen hearts pumping blood for the next fight.
burrow into my body like youre the seasons next hunt. fawning over ficticious feelings - forgotten how you felt on my skin. best gift i could ever give you is me wrapped under the tree - wrap up the body mask the grey with a red ribbon bow. suicidal maniacs never get it right the first (last) time. good luck pills fingers crossed behind my back.
matchstick misery smoke up the feeling. surveillance state confined to flys on the wall. counting the days in tight lipped bottles - tally marks swallowed down my throat.
c xoxo