tonight my heart feels
hand-sewn from a long distance
move quickly away

we had some good times
but we're through. you see, you're not
marilyn manson

sedated and bored

i dream't of you: naked, proud

shed your jaded skin

you were born in greys

and your tiny hand outstretched

to know my pale warmth

when the sun rises
don't call me by my full name
i'm a grey mirage

my house holds swallows
sequestered in dark corners
tails forked like my tongue

the small glass fragments
hide in the grout of my tile
i won't cut my feet

when you jumped in I
felt it like a soft fever
when you didn't splash

we slept through the sun
music poured from your fingers
and i stopped painting

bite marks look so tough
who knew a vicious cycle
had such pointy teeth

six and a half sugars
and with each i love you less
i will take mine black

were i fair as you
would i often dwell as you do
on naught but myself?

someone's been eating
pistachios on the bus
shells split by old teeth

new sickness to fear
but don't they now realize
the hiccups spread first

all the raisins sink
to the bottom of the box
i'm no grave digger