Silent screams behind wooden eyes. My fingers,
tapping mindlessly, I stare blankly ahead
dreaming of death.
Fucking boredom like squealing tires on black tar.
A contrived calm, I still my breath by counting -
blinded by sun.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Languishing like idle fire.
Seeping madness dripping neath the swelling din,
stealing my breath.
Imposter. This fox in sheep’s clothing. I mewl.
Desperation bleeds from my brow, shallow heart -
Defying ordinary taking blood from
a stone. Silken whispers caressing me,
like a sweet kiss.
Dark majesty, beautiful unravelling
inside of me. Weeping truth forsaking the