your goodbyes clung to the line

of your


the screaming song on your



throat; the flush


behind an

adam's apple (where did Eve hide hers?).

those depressing words

have seeped into my skin

tattoos of the bone and


no laser can scrape off this indelible ink.

lemon peel lips; curling

and chapped

release a fractured


but what sort of reprieve can you

receive from a

confession so damned? your sins

are branding the

lids of your eyes,

even when you

sleep (escape)

the are

broadcast for the jurors; a

hanging party.

hand me the bleach, because if

it's the last thing I accomplish,

I'll be rid

of you.

Really not sure on how I feel about this one...kinda neutral? I need criticism, people.