Poems from spoken word darling
I want you to know the last thing I heard was our song filtering out sirens
My razor carved into my skin, creating a great canyon faster...
Who says that bracelets and slits can’t make love on my wrists?
Show me show glass confections and bedroom afflictions and tell me metal...
Trigger my hand to grab for metal
Trigger my palms to scramble for medication
Trigger my feet to race for bridges
Trigger my neck to snap...
Listen to the lyrics written in my bloodstream and let your fingers dance up my forearms to their song.
Feel the electricity sting your...
Let’s play a game.
Place your feet firmly on the starting line while you inspect your competition.
They look back at you with sunken eyes...