Dismissed.

Every last moment

Riddled in expectation, aligned with incomplete intoxication. I am not

Slither beneath myself, conclusion renounced

After crooked-lipped swelters of exonerated guilt

Believe in the freedom of the sun-settled compunction

I’ve been lingering discretely, amidst your toffee drenched encumbrance

Don’t Tell Me Where to Sit.

Letting every little moment earn it’s keep

Watering every possibility. Undeniable floods taking hold. Take my hand.

Watching the skies with a petulant grin, bearing teeth.

See me watching you.

Doubt takes over, taking it’s breathe back, opening my mouth . Lips part to abridge my self control. Self- contained cocoon.

Disappear. Regain. Mountains form, splintered cracks.

See my life. Mirrored glass. Let it pass. Let it pass.

Feeling.

Grip from the heart. Entanglement loops, continuous flow of deliberate guilt.

Longing. Later I’ll change. Take me to that place.

Take out your weapon of indelicate angst.

Eliminate potential, let the decency cease.

Outpouring imaginary answers. A single room, stranded mirror. Broken chain.

I watch as we crumble.

Already knew I’d stay the same.

Mother May I.

Distance and time. Always pulling my shirt. Uneven stitching, tangled in thread. Disproportionate posture.

Let me wait. Running faster towards a way to away. You’ve shown me your teeth, eating with elegance, never forcing me to sleep behinds the eyes of elasticity.

Be still. For I will hold like a moment, like a detonating instinct drenched in my stupidity. I will hand you the knife. Feed yourself. It’s too late.