sitting, watching mirrors gaze at me
i fled my salvaged abandon and
hung rope
tying my fate to the floor
seven rounds unloaded
for each day of the week that you loved me
im resurrecting my lullabyes
tearing my head open to expose myself to you
and im cutting open my ears
to let the blood clot my passages
to hide the profound laughter
escaping from your sutured gaze
your locked lips tell a story
closing chapters on my tongue
youve slipped something into
my drink again
my head cant stop rearranging
the hallucinations cant help any more
and im finding that once again
your lips find me sheltered
i’ll sit down inside my skull
and build glass manageries
just to see them come crashing down
when all you’ve known is hatred
all you are permitted to lock lips with
falls to decayed ash…