10-3-11
I would write by the light of this lightening if I asked it gently. This silent static sky. I press the electricity of my teeth and it reminds me about bold breathing. Your arching hands have been limp lately. I just want you to hold onto something lovelier lately.
I fear you have mistaken me for some kind of magic. I am nothing more than quiet lightning, the silent static watching over my lanky limbs. I’ve been searching in all the lost corners of my conscious for answers and all I found was burning blues. You must have mistaken me dear. Because there’s thunder hiding in these bones. There’s arching and I am aimless. Keep your eyes closed for these card tricks because they’re just delicate distractions. The truth is this thin skin I am in is deliciously destructive.














