Day 22

Jaded is my verb
slicing ripples in my mind
as you use your thumb and forfinger
gently twisting my hair

These hearts beat with rhythms
neither sure or precarious
inconsistant
driving me to the complusion
to throw my body over the precipise
of your lips

spilling over the cliff of lost intetions
and well meaning words

seconds before impact
I give my heart over to
the altar of "never mind...it doesnt matter"

making this hope a noose and not wings
to carry me
opening under me hope becomes and abyss
not a pillar of light

you will not recognize me;
this sagging face
distended belly
transparent skin

Closeted with
lack of nutrition
lack of sun light
my heart and mind
accumulating nicotene
and monsters