Sound waves flash their tongues of steel,
operating off of signals...
I don't know when I started to
hunch over, but now it's all I do...
You are not a crystal ball, I am not a seeker
so I must stop wanting to be appeased...
Holidays were
always coarse...
We plant flowers in our chests
and bloom epiphanies...
Clairvoyant magic mint eyes
dissipate fluent black blood...
I don't want to face it, not one bit,
There's nothing that I need to admit...
I shower at the darkest hour,
processing grief from old memories...
We were restless that
summer, tracking new...
I almost want to cry,
in relief, in acceptance...
She's still in a dream-like trance,
after all these years. Trauma is a...
Cloisters of powdered memories -
your promise to meet me on the moon...