Skin

Skin sips sunset graces

Irradiant curtains vanishing with the wind

The scent of summer evenings

Real or imagined whispers

Nip through the garden chimes

I take notes on the ceiling’s breath

I shoot all the girls I care for with my lesbo pistol

Dripping and waiting for eyes to unzip

Down my spine, my skin falls off

I am sopping absurdity for a locket around my neck

Feed the gaping gallows with my bursting nostalgia

Sweet coffee kisses, warmth in puncturing stillness

Crumbling through the emergency room

This black forest pouring in rain

My heart is melting and mud sinks my violent steps

Slipping through granite blinks

I claw at my skin and purge my gut of sobs