scarlet johannson was found on channel 904

1

time is a calendar
where days are left to circle
when you want to breathe

its an inconsistent meter
where x is forgotten
and o is left behind

just wish shes not born on a day
I have to erase

2

all I now view is myself
as eyes are forever set inward

these mirrors cannot be turned
or chosen to be looked past
they are all i have begun
to believe in

3

scarlet

her name and color
only visible in tints of grey

I grow a distaste for this kind of red
this kind of flavor this color
this infinite mask of sanity

I wish I could paint my walls a scarlet hue
for I still remember the value

but color blindness has struck me

4

my hearing now grows faint
once a symphony of sound
loving whispers jokes laughs

now blend and fold
into waves of emptiness
white noise in the background

now useless feedback
from a broken radio
I refuse to shut down

5

tune in

for channel 904 is broken

void and neglect of all rationality
today is now a yesterday

my thoughts are smitten by ideas of her warmth
yet coldness still strikes my veins

from her breath emptying into another's chest
maybe I can't feel anymore either

6

maybe I don't want to
for touch just a kaleidoscope of memories

trails of her hands across mine
tenderness of her lips
warmth of her body
folding ourselves for the last time

I forbid such memories to turn into thought
but the flashes still come in bundles

a sinner
at a shrine for a goddess
that no longer lives