Ignoring them play

Embedded
in the crinkled glow of a loss
the jagged waves drew their mortal disease
like the promises I gag about
in those raveled thorned threads
constricting my smile

Self-fragmented, and

deceased
I hover by the eyelid
My stitched toes neglecting the touch from below
and the puppet fades
through the caked makeup
smelling like the
urine
pasted in my lips.

But the eyelid shall rip, I am sure
leaving these sordid ideas drooling out from its
vacuous hole,
its foul shine a
mad encounter,
like masturbation in an unknown space.

It´s all gone, like I
and certainty has ceased along with the velcro kisses
my bed a wet cup for tears
and cum
and wax
from sinking candles
their flames a fucking cliché I prefer to hate.

All my aspirations have slowly shriveled
into gruesome operative slivers
of mascara gunk and
bottled medicine
their lucid containers more
attractive than effective.

Caged in this state of silence
the spite never sleeps
but circles in search of the poison
it feeds.

Nothing is the same.

a crumpled feather
collapsing in space
its pungent fragility
secreting down my nostrils
crashing like a wave against the
curve of my own frown.

Nothing moves.


Where am I