a premature flight.

just remnants
cold and bruising
pale bones, delicate
stolen thoughts
hush, don't tell
empty pockets
fire escape fall
holes in my wings
holes in my wings

panic. rinse. repeat.

chewing off red paint
busy, busy inside
these bones shake
my blood flow slow
bright white night
piano sounds pound
i'm dripping ice
marching in place
fire in my chest
coughing up the best
i'm intrigued
scared of hollow speak
fear in syllables i leak
i am weak, i am weak
i am weak

a chill.

white night, snow lit
buried cars, stay indoors
all these minutes
calculating when
too soon, slow down
watch your step
we're trying to be grown up
but i'd say i miss you
if i knew you better.

you've got nerve, but i'm preoccupied.

this glass is half empty
stagnant
with a little light
shining through
open wide
bitter stares
and knives in backs
don't swallow down easy
i'm itching to take it back
pull the thread a little more
and leave a handprint
red on your cheek
with satisfaction
but drinking guilt down
with my coffee come morning.

my version of what could happen.

feathers, down, down
a hint of dark around the corner
the back of your head
is a calm to my heart racing
see-through flower petals
falling down on my cheeks, flushed
flashes of skin
the grass is mile high
i breathe your breath
a winter mingle collide
my toes need stepping on
i want to dance in the fog
and lay in feathers, down, down
midnight lessons, keep them close
the engine's running
and i forget where my nerves have gone.

a very short biography.

i feel worn
unfit
the aftermath
of a small disaster
a half of a second
intrigued, then closing doors
permanently mediocre
i'm a leaking faucet
emptying out
small portions of me
bones
and green eyes
are all that remains

your drugs found their way in.

it's an eye glance shiver
curled lip sparks and nerves
awkward, side by side
turning off tornado thoughts
tonight is just ordinary
words might be falling false
a maybe, premature cracks
scared and familiar, secrets
i am just ordinary
fingers crossed, hidden
a turn away, hushed sighs
cautiously falling
you, a glimpse of the opposite