Web of Woe

You’re a recuse in the dead zone
Bits of seasons mixed with rubbish, and carnage, and disemboweled eyes
You’ve let your thoughts control you
Roots dig deep to pierce cartilage, arteries and bone
Murmurs and spit infest your skin with their sour acidity
Until you break at the seams…
Eroded needle with its olive-green, worm-eaten thread
Is like precious in your hand
Stitch yourself back together, haphazardly
Until your bones crack and you purr a contented sigh
Then you drip a razor wire smile and a bitter spirit
Shoulders burning from the corpses that you carry
Always plug the holes with whatever’s close and strong –
That fifth so sweet and solid in shaking, aging hands
Erogenous liquid caressing your insides
Makes you warm and blurry until no one else can see you
Nuzzle dreams of lies, crawl and retch, fall and shatter

Yesterday guzzles conception
Sucking plump, muculent eggs until they’re withered and dry
Spitting shells into piles, through pursed, pointy lips and tilted teeth
Mounds and mounds of linen-white, crunchy fragments left in all your barren cathedrals
Like delicate broken china, or baby bones, propped high

And tomorrow is cauterized before it’s even wounded

You pull yourself inside out
Argue for hours with demons in an empty room, while you scratch down the walls
Eyes dilated and elongated; Bloated with imagined wrongs and frayed dreams –
You mindlessly pluck feather after feather from your mangled, ratty wings…
You pull me inside out
I’ve never known someone as savage as you
The cruelest thing
Is not to break a heart, but to treat someone as if they have no heart to break
I weep behind doors and around corners to keep myself safe
I’ve been fighting harder for you than you have
Funny how a realization can leave you hemorrhaging
That final straw so brutally cutting

Now we’re just two ghosts in this house
Where you haunt me and drag me around
While we each search for a way out of this misery and pain –
But it’s the dead of summer, hot as hell, and no rain
Lightening crashing in this dead-end town
I watch us burn to the ground

We’re just two ghosts in this house