Notebook 049

A fragile face of tourniquet all twisted from the lies. The cracking teeth and misery, the lips that spell despise. Ears have bled and chests have caved; and fountains replaced eyes. The sadness and the loss of hope that finally has become ‘I’. It’s so easy when you rhyme like this, flames flickering from your spire. You’re naked flesh on show for me you know I weep desire from every breaking hole I have, from every crack and pore. I pour and pour deliverance because of you, I want more. You cackle and laugh at this. I know I’m not to blame but cannot hide the effigy, I cannot dose the shame. Your skin wrinkles quicker than my own, as I throw you to the fire. At east God knows you’re resting now, as I eat you off a wire.