Poems from tekight
We’re dancing with words that are flammable.
We’re fighting off demons that know our names.
A flinch is all it takes
To hear the humming...
In your whispers I hear you scream.
On your cold hands I feel your heartbeat.
When you blink I see the color of your eyes,
The same...
If waves could talk, they’d tell stories of the souls lost in the current.
If hearts could speak, they’d count the beats that were...
So lay your fears right down.
My demon, my pet, my master.
Set those blades to the skin made of plaster.
And let it slide over the canvas...
I think I remember when she turned the safety off,
And looking back the scratching in my throat was more than a cough.
I think I remember...