I have this profound love brilliantly shining, burning a hole through my ribs, and it’s going to kill me, because I just lug it around deadweight, and anyone who sees it sees it like clay pouring out of a stop-motion film, into the living room, onto the floor, but they are transfixed by the tightly grasped brick walls they shout meekly into, fingers trembling. It’s shadows out of the corner of your eye that wish to breathe your name, the one you hate. I know because the music is coursing through my bloodstream, and I’ll never forget the way it made me feel when you said you wish you could have been with me too.

open-heart forgery

there’s a reason you’re damned and I’m not

said the free lamb to the fresh caught

wine lustily sleepwalks from the neck

and I’ll drag you all the way back

but the rain is made of lead and loud

as drunken armies falls

stains on the carpet and kissed upon walls

we’re echoing through your body

hazy and delirious, if a little naughty

no ceilings, it doesn’t matter

no feelings they don’t matter

plenty of room to breathe

plenty of blood to bleed