did glamour ruffle your skirts and bring you to your knees?

clearing hardcore, stone grating skin, cold acres of sky beyond the wall.

your shadow world walks, ahead, level, behind, a parallel breath away.

writing traces spinal connections, weeps the flow between mothers and daughters.

give me this side of the glass, brimming with the forgiveness of morning.

words as steps fail, numbers like rocks remain.

given over to microorganisms, crown peeling back from the heavens, forgetting that you ever gave me flowers.

blunt need, hang on, you got this, rust will always lap the shore.

your whisper slits, come closer, gritted teeth and all hell is broken.

you wick the fire in both chambers, a conversation of echoes..

storm colours shapeshifting, flocking the rain with a theatre of sorrow.

spying on the intimacy of yellow grass flickering, in final play with the morning light,

the old glint in your eye, as you size up what to carry off as your own.

promise me the things i am not tin up the glimmer of riches..

skin thinning, night shadow taking back the hours.

reeled into a black hole i am not lonely, lodged in a continuum of speculation.

back to the beginning, outside the four walls of your universe.

project your skyline, painterly swish and swirl, over concrete rubble.

words slurr into a furrowing, i'm sorry i cannot help you.

scratching in the dirt we bleed, with broken fingers bury our dead.