Writers block

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I haven't been able to string together a single sentence for what seems like forever.
Then over the course of a few days, I regurgitated like a bulimic.



"Lea"

We tried to glue wings
to our pale, bony
backs
Knives from previous regrets
that would twist into grudges,
sparkling jewelry
lining our glistening spines

The heat of nights that bled and bruised
and blurred, wildfires set
into bodies twisted
together,
these branches eaten by lust

Our hungry hands that graced and drank
and pulled
Starving, we took turns
holding the gun
“You are shaking like a whisper”

Some fifteen years ago, at the long kiss of the equinox,
you peeled back my words to
peer into my heart –
a butcher admiring the cut of her cleaver





"Julia"

Those eyes glitter like burnt
junk in a spoon,
when she asks what I want to do
to her

And I pin her arms above her head,
delicate skin searing against
a flickering halo

More than anything, I want to lay in bed
with your head on my chest
As I remove a strand of hair from your face,
our eyes lock
and we stare into each other’s eternities –

I want to drown in the starlit abyss
that is a human soul, and I want
that soul to be yours

But I’m too weak
for such tender words

And so my eyes darken,
as we sink
into a different kind of abyss





“Don't forget me”

I dug in, scraped you out
And I could still
taste you




“Don’t forget me II”

Hiding, in the chambers
of my heart
Each beat whispering
you
into my bloodstream