she called it Coincidence

Borrowed a gentle enough hand. like watching you from another room

All day in and out of a spotted bed, tears make room for themselves.

I want to make the world explode. If I don’t find some release we may all combust

“if you don’t say something I may die.”

I hate you only just a bit more than I can’t stand to be around me.

 

The moon was a nymph holding us each by our tongue

But you slipped away when my eyes were closed.

I hope this doesn’t take too long. If I’m burning in the morning

Restless won’t be a long enough word

 

Start over. I’ll be somebody else, anybody. Hold my hand, ask if I see the moon.

Neither of us is making it out of the car without a few extra pieces.

I want to throw up. Fall asleep until you change your mind. Leave myself somewhere safe

For you to find when you’re ready.

I hate us both for this.

 

I’m a professional when it comes to coping. I’m making the incision. Separating you from my affection as we

Fail to speak. Overdriven overdrive.

I can’t stand you for doing this. Want me or want me. Shapeshifting I can only see from the corner of my eye

Shifting from yours and mine giving and taking every time and mind you,

The picture is much larger than you are ever ready to see. Colliding on your lips, on your veins.

There was no contract. Walk away.

This is a joke. I don’t get it.

 

Scorpion love. Fate holds tension in it’s chest

We wonder too much. karma boy, moon man.

I’ve been going without people for a long time.

 

I could have sworn I was worth something before. My day has been constant. Like a tree never without breeze. I try to slow my mind to a drip but it floods and

If the water is listening then it knows I’m a fool. Nobody keeps their cool long enough. Life is a slow drop to the middle, hold your breath

 

Author's Note

kaboom

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

Wow, this was full of deep images that brought much to the overall picture and scene exploding onto the page. I liked how it was just an event in space, but an event within the emotional mind as well. A wonderful flow of thought and reality weaving itself in and out of one's mind.

Great Ink!
Wolfie