You feel so far away
your bones shifting
under my skin.
Caressing
so rough
so archaic
Brutally Beautiful
The lack of words carves a hole into my heart
Spraying. Splaying.
Devouring.
Tastefully decadent.
I've lost myself in you,
the horror of it seeps into my pores
Do I even like me?
Do you even like you?
Your washed out views are reflected in my eyes
The lack of care
lack of all things living.
I am the only lively piece that remains
One by one we remove your stones
into recessed lighting,
into the freshly stained cabinets.
Our hands as sandpaper
tongues as paint brushes
blood of stain.
We're too old to be doing this,
how decadently brutal.
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