…by the second…

my house smells of amyl
and the fridge buzzes
like the pain in the back of my neck.

all of these nightmares
happen in surround sound

and i spend all night
in strangers arms,
trying to find my way back
to your embrace.

-invisble before me-

he touches my face
and my feet
and i am burning at both ends.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>