the window is coated
with gloomy lace
my temples are pounding
with the sound
of drums made from
human skin
I have broken my
patience
and the scattered pieces on the floor
make my heart's soles
bleed from within
the moon is white and naked
in my hands,
waiting for words
to robe her with a purpose
I don't know
how to behave
when I am mad at myself
the air between us
is so tense
it could slap you across the face
if cut with a kitchen knife
the stale smell of air
lingers in my brain
I can't seem to be selfless
enough
to keep my misery from breeding
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