i sat by the window
and it was cold that night
but i let the air in anyway
billowing past ruffling my
blackout shade
thudding
with a rumbling rippling
until at last settling
once more
on the chipping egg white
of the pitted frame
–
it made me uncomfortable
but i found
comfort
in that place
perched on a stained mattress
gazing into the black
–
there’s so little noise in this condition
when the winds are cold
and the wilds sunk beneath the
shade of night
–
the breeze sings me her secrets
whistling from unseen corners
the damp scent of hay and pond water
the looming rot of deteriorating flesh
hidden carcass on some nearby earthen road
–
i want to flow upon her lips
lose myself in her lyrics
kiss her from within
escape this
ordinary life
drift and be
free
–
grant me my wings
or drop me
into boiling oceans
bleach my bones
make me undone
–
the chill reminds me to feel
rouses me from waking sleep
disquiets my mind
applying internal electro shock
plunging me into white waters
of a racing mind
littered
with towering rocks
of hope and
promise
–
i sit here
til the blue hour
is the same shade as my heart
crying
with the wind