MOUTH LIKE A CUT

you’ll still be on your knees

praying to paper

*

our paint-blue

boat

making love to

rock

as the sirens

sang you ashore

with their brandy eyes,

their golden cunts

*

Oh! my old friend!

you once sang to me,

devil grinned,

heavy handed

*

and i must admit, 

that summer

my boots

were always turned

to the direction of your

house.

*

the bone shell

i’d lived in for a year

as sorrowful and greedy

as a red crab

had been overturned

*

as you,

watery and thin

with a broken nose,

bit at my frozen hands,

the waves calling, thief!

calling, coward!

as my knees shook

beneath yours

*

and here i am—

cobwebbed

and unattended

calling, Love! Love!

in the dark halls

*

my heart buried somewhere

in your garden,

mummified glass beneath the roses

*

if you ask me,

i’d say you were the murderer,

you have killed what little i had left

in the gas chambers,

in our bed

*

and here i am,

still waiting to kiss you

dead

*

and here i am,

still wanting to be kissed.

my skin crawls

across the bed,

crippled and dropped to its knees—

my vest of flesh,

my prison,

my hollow ribcage

starts and stops

with halts and ellipses,

gasping and drooling,

the framework is not it’s own.

even the blood pains me,

pumping through my veins,

filling my sore childish heart.

I wonder how you could have left me here,

sitting alone in bed,

skinned alive.

exhaustion—

thinking of you out there in the world without me.

thinking of how she walks the streets of my city,

running that gaping, inane hole that is her mouth,

thinking of ways I could dismember her soul, foot by foot,

daydreaming of her severed hands 

in a jar by the front door.

my morning pick-me-up, I’d say if anyone ever dared to ask,

so, I always remember that cunts have no callouses,

wear too much jewelry, and live lies. 

Love lies.

Love dies.

take me down 

to the bottom of this hell,

drag me to its center.

hold my face to the fire

and threaten me for forgiveness,

beg me for love,

for redemption.

*

don’t you forget the sins you’ve committed against me,

don’t forget how I’ve died for you,

how I’ve kept silent for you,

don’t you remember how I screamed?

diamondnight:

(there is something difficult about remaining a part of someone forever, i would leave my soul like a ghost in your wrists if only you would let me)

By Slade