Your smell

Like the absence of smell and

Bite of blood and

Steel

I step around like

Dancing

Scrape soles across concrete

Crumbling from the sky

The stench of DEATH

It trickles up from under

The burst streets

Green

Is not the color of your eyes

But the color of gunfire

Lighting up your face

And

Bouncing to reflect

To say

"You are like a Greek statue" would be

To insult both you and Greek statues

I prefer

"You are like a broken branch—

Wound tight around with broken glass"

Like

Like if the Moon

Decided she wanted to become Skin

Now don't mistake me

I hate you

You make me shiver in the night

Spreading frost

Through my lungs and leeching

Warmth

From my bones

But

I can't seem

To bring myself

To leave you

And let myself die

In a violent way

Killing to be killed

Your pathetic grip

It holds me

And I can't run

Anymore

There are shards of broken glass

(The ones from your twig of a body)

Pumping through my heart

And dropping from my eyes as tears

And pinning me to

The ground

The rubble path you walk