fill my world with fog

ONE ~ my pyre

this infection no longer marks me as deep as this affection,

a slight cough reminds me of something that was once so contaigous,

the bruises you’ve left me in grey, blue, and purple reminds me that nothing can save us from the pitiful fates we created for ourselves.

a kleenex for when i sneeze, the smell of sweat wore away by febreeze but nothing can erase the memory of being on my knees praying that NOTHING could be what i need…

it’ll scab over… (it always does) i can’t always bleed, another nameless victim to all the hate that we breed.

TWO ~ a million colored dots

a television to teach, some static on the radio to inspire the soul, those dreams and screams are not your own, your whole personality stole from nuggets of gold between the commercials. and i watch with you, that artifical twinkling light and i sing with you, your favorite song you want to sing tonight… and i wish it could be as easy for me as it for the characters on TV, someone yells cut and then all the fake feelings could run out of me, but this isn’t a show, this life in the raw… unscripted, and i’ll just have to wait till the next commercial break before we can take liberties with our lines.

eric w. desselle