02/01/2011

Indigo Intent

inside her head
spiders molested electricity
switching sockets
and bending aerials
into swans

the night breathed whispers
and grew veins
suffocating the on-looking moon
it bled pearly torture

the pavements
circular in apathy
were encrusted in diamonds
and still warmer than his skin

timepieces glared from reserved corners
punching mutilations
into her subconscious

taking two controlled steps backwards
she scratched consent
onto her lips

and waited for somebody who cared