Monday, October 25, 2010

Crying laying dieing
from the self-inflicted
serrated sides of pillow-talk
words whispered into
waiting ears.
Lying to the reflected
fragments of her
living in the space between
shattered facets and feelings
surrounded by what looks like
so many more sharp
wanting edges.
heart-bone beating jaggedey raggedy pop-lockin' emotions in the
strobe-lit stop loss chamber of feeling staring at a shattered mirror
and dining on consignment memory's leftover freezer dinners while seated
at a table for one.