To Be the Earth that Surrounds Him and Settle in His Hands.

I'm tying my wrists across the way he used to kiss me, back to bedposts and marking bruises

that resemble

February's

hands....

He bites his nails and PACES

left foot right and cry through telephone lines that

bite me...

He's terrified of losing me, of forgetting how I rested my lips upon his wounds in March

and my breath inhaled his soul, now he's leaking out of cuts I tried to heal

and here, here I have footsteps all across April

can't I scream? Can't I

f*****g

scream?

I hear his fingers slipping across concrete, his heart is breaking, he's breaking

and I bleed everytime he bites his tongue, I can't curl into this and hide beneath his chin

he mistakes the gnashing of teeth for the satisfaction of my appetite, he's blind to frustration and I'm

CHOKING

still, I can't absolve him of his guilt, I'm having trouble with my heart this time

I'm suffocating on our past

and every

footstep

tears me, I know...

I know...

how to crumble and I think I'd love to be the dirt that sits undeneath his nails just so I could

feel

his tongue.

Don't...

I want to scream and watch Florida and Northern Pennsylvania smash in the sky

I want their lightning to strike me so I burn, I want him to capture the scent of my curls

from somewhere seeping through the cracks of his walls

I want him to see me, warped, my knees

crooked

my ankles teasing elbows, I want him to KNOW

the tears of April and what she would give to

SMASH us together one more time

so I can see it snow, so I can capture the originality of his cruelity

on my lonely tongue

as he scrapes concrete

to pass the hours in which he's terrified

to set me

free.

Reviews

[Perdition]

The way you drape your passion over months and into screams that walk silently across the page ...it is a painful walk along the blades of sand. This wolf that resides between the lines is crying to kill and taste good blood. To run into the voice that is gentled and howl. Still, I picture you praying this poem collapsed on some wooden wreck of a floor ..perhaps a swollen open ship that is stranded on a shore..half torn away and you inside hidden and dying properly in the wind.