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
