your breath
is an axe on my spine
*
you took me
into bed with you
into the pit with you
into the abyss
the invisible
the blind eye
*
on the lack of my skin
*
ghost cannot be buried
furniture pieces
balcony women
*
take me to bed
*
death surfaces on your face
you and I are alone in that room
*
you’d never leave that house
*
you built a lie
on top of your truths
*
what did you find in that glass
who appeared through the glass
stop looking at me
*
I misread your face
and you came closer
*
you introduced me to loneliness
*
you needed me
*
and I walked myself down into that basement
the rooms of your mind
*
all true things
are taking place
under blankets
*
she is a handful
*
and I’d beg women to save my life
but they ripped open my wounds
and told me that I wasn’t bleeding
*
the brooding boiling boisterous bodies of men
*
your eyes on me
implosion
*
I forced you out of myself
and never said goodbye
Croque-Melpomene 