tick tock

pick your feet up off
the g r o u n d Mr. Wonderful
don't you scuff your
pretty little shoes
grab her
pretty little hips
take a
pretty little look
at the lack of depth around you.

just another mild habit
yet another troubled rabbit
looking for a place to fall in deep - oh,
won't you have a cup of tea?
sit and talk in shades seeped with
unfamiliar green? this is the way we
fall. never knowing
what you're doing
never knowing, only taste.
[only felt it when he dug his sacred hands into my waist.]

walls around were
dripping in the consequence of
chosen sin
and whispered that i might've been
coming on afraid. his eyes told me
what i'd already known:
the cost of life was death.
understand that this has gravity.
found this when his fingers
wrapped around my unbruised neck.
i asked him how to
see
between your demons and your mind.

he said it didn't matter
he got teeth that want to shatter.
peeling skin right off the bone
he fed it to me on a platter.
never giving - only take
bit of lonely as of late.
he is laughing in the
mirror, little nearer,
he knew the glass was still no match
for the agitated pounding of
his sacrificial chest.