Heavy skulls relieved of duty.
A thousand thoughts cast out,
swept away;
Worries dispelled
in a cloud of bittersweet



Between the way you gripped my waist,
and the things your smoky voice trailed into my ear,
You were damn near perfect.

I wore sunglasses for four months after what those hands did to me.
But I miss them as though they were my own.


I’ll hang myself by silk
from the rafters of my mind,
and sway with the wind,
like a calm and restful tide

I’ll end it all at night,
in the silent gaze of stars;
They’ll sigh down on the Earth
at the life that’s come to pass.

They’ll bury me in winter
on a sunny, icy day;
They’ll say I was so happy,
then forget, and walk away.