i. my being rests between each pink-to-charcoaled layer of heavy lungs.
ii. freedom is felt in the spaces amidst the limbs of a lost psyche, and forever falls one step short of breathlessness, invincible. reel back and forth, in and out of time and celebrate: you are the product of your own starving attrition. pour every emotion resulting from beautifying lost causes into the basins of fugal minds. i promised my countered self to live through the art of manic insanity, to pull free from the daisy chain amusement my body was motioned to be, setting blackness free to elope with stark-white light felt in the pigments beneath this barren skin: peace.
iii. some days i find myself descending into the choked, charted waters of kaleidoscope hallucinations; each ebb and flow a glorified example of my ruptured seams. i lay my head to break gravity's consuming cry, trying to find the smallest of silver linings in the gold-streaked sky. twilight, i trace god's melancholic fingertip paintings, canvassing each and every titanic constellation until i swallow the right star to fill my misunderstood innards, reflecting and refracting light-stroked wanderlust to sooth my rattling ribcage (breaking free), fortified by the soft-spoken language of his aging tongue.
iv. he calls himself a fêted manipulator and me his darling marionette, coiling the glassy curls of my vitrified heartstrings around thick, scalding fingers; each twist and turn only that much closer to breaking the delicate surface of the harrowing rhythm of my marble heart. he whispers with the breath of forlorn westerlies, promising to scatter the remains of my ashen cinders on the sweet scent of mother's tears- my deity.
v. thick eyelashes and protruding collarbones: home. rest, stealing the spirits of the hollowing dead, rest. i can taste the distinction between your dying heart and my breathless chest- these muted bones seek the obscurities of your dread, rest. forgive and forget.
vi. we only part to make ends meet once again (paradoxical cycle). i was always told listlessness
was just a word used to describe the acceptance of reality.