Door ajar.

I want to wring myself dry of you. 
I want to stand at the edge of your window sill and see the world again.
I want to hang myself from rooftops until I am no longer afraid. 
I bound your wrists and stitched you shut but
when I left the room, I left it open -

I despise the mornings of your shoulders I cannot wake to.
I wish I could kiss our disjointed bridges, the soft hinges
of your knees, the loud crack of your knuckles in the dark,
a bad habit, a self-portrait.

Your life spills from me in tones I don't understand,
a language that isn't mine; the tongue of two people.
I pray for absolution,
In faith I will be consoled to be without you again.

As of late

It's been awhile now, hasn't it. Here's one just to end the drought. 

Destroy thyself,

How then,
the singular vague commandment twisting like bracken vines
two birds with one stone, maybe three, a flock
by the end of the world, I will have you
on your side crazily rocking the rocking of a hundred geological chairs
ash and boulder -- where did i go wrong

How then,
slices of restrain, the cuts and scratches clawing deteriorate
drive this horrible rental off the side of my pristine path-paved mountain
made entirely of powder, press them against your cheeks as
there
the blood will stain the ballgowns gathered at the foot of my rocktower

How then,
in my voicelessness, refusing to tremble before you, high and mighty
suffocating drowning in years lost to being closet-kept
unwilling, don't don't don't don't don't all the lives i cannot have
the answer kept gut-deep, bones rattling, with all the things I have been forced to swallow.

what good does light if not in the darkness.

Un Settled

I can feel the ocean from the sand on your skin.

Retrodevelopment

Teensy little update.

This isn't really a writing thing, it's just kind of fyi

Red.