(no subject)
I can taste your denial
As it trickles down your thighs
Staring from the window,
The aroma is as potent as if it had been bottled
I hear your fear thrumming through my veins
I didn’t install it there
But I will do all I can to relieve it
I tremble at you loneliness
I caused it
And confide in it with you
I can feel the memories of your finger tips
That you dreamt
So deeply
In a rocking bed
That sometimes lifted you off the ground
To a place we could not reach
And I will press flush against the door
That they swore you where safe behind
But I can hear your destruction
At your hands on the other side
Of the trembling timber door
Whose grains embed deeply in the skin
And under the nails
That begin to bleed
As they tear at the impenetrable wood
An attempt to get in
I can feel your heaving on the other side of the door
And as the purge
I feel you leave
Doubling over
The arteries and veins are dragged from their restless home
Beneath a skeletal frame
All you can taste is the sweetness of a copper-cotton-candy
As they brake down the door
With your pleading forgiveness
But it is too late
The habits where not broken
As the doctor had prescribed
But now you have the freedom of lavender
To keep you calm
And garlic
To wear off those who get to close
Collapsing in my eyes
Close your arms
The door may be the only thing keeping us close