Blind.

Stuck in a shiver of burnt words

Growing cold

On the prayer my lips

Can no longer bear to express.

Words into the world

Flake through these distant days

As I follow the tracks of my own tears.

Line after empty white lie

The rain

Follows itself into the cracks behind your eyes.

And I wish the world

Was as beautiful as you think it is.

Draw in the shimmer of blue smoke

Fingers cold

Against the dead psalms

On your silent skin.

Breathing colours

Across imagined hemispheres

Into invisible horizons.

Skin yawns open under the strain

Pores burn

Flesh crumples, falls away.

And you wish my world

Was as beautiful as yours is.