Icewater

The pale braches of winters past
Draw shadowy cracks on barren ground
Littered with yellowed promises
Of journeys to the stars

These tired pages creased with time
Are heavy with scars of fading ink
And the watermark of separation
Runs through every line

Return to these walls once more
And melt the frost on the panes
Let it flow and then run dry
In my crevices and folds

Lies.

You adore my shiny slivers of insanity,

Mere splinters that caught in my weave

When my being was hewn from madness

 

 I charm you with my quiet ways

While flurries of words drag their nails

On the echoing inside of my skull

 

My evasiveness lures you into my arms

And my heart sinks through my bones

As my pores recoils from your touch

 

My saccharine crust thins on your tongue,

Bruising your mouth and making you run

To something more palatable