28/06/2013

Knotted

leather dripped and solar sphered
you soften the edges of derangement
I didn't mind
being a distraction
rations and segments cut in backwards strokes
down to soft bone, and down to split veins
I needed to be
smothered and contained
I watch you destruct as you burn and flaken
to the sound of moon rays shattering
I couldn't mend your sorry excuse
for an unravelled heart.