Breath and skin

I
feel myself
coming undone

at the side

barely there

just one more
pull

then
some stranger
stitches me together

again

leaving no scar you can see

i feel it
it scratches
i tug

now you can watch
as
it unravels

insides
slipping out

your
race against time
to protect
my seams

stained beyond porous
covers

it was only a thread
it was only a scratch

we will hide it well.

Burnt to a crisp

21 years down the tracks
will I still be here
and you there,
with your deep,
ocean deep thoughts.
Caught in a shallow frying
pan.
Slowly cooking.
I said slowly cooking,
they’re slowly cooking.
I think,
and it’s only a thought,
that you left it on
too high,
far too high.
Oh yes.
A bit well done,
I burnt my fingers.
I see you burnt your heart.

A moment in time

In the moment
before we break
when time is held
and fades
will you hear the crack
as everything
is ripped apart?

Hush

So I kept quiet.

As it all fell apart.

Melting slowly
into silence.

You watched my lips

flounder and fail.

Shelter

Finding when I close my eyes
the images of what never was.
A big dream that barely
happened,
or happened so far away
that it glances off the
shapeless voids
and slips softly away.
To the places far beyond where
I can go,
past the images I hardly dare
to touch
for fear that they will shatter
and float away to that empty
space
where all those other big dreams shelter.