your goodbyes clung to the line

of your

jaw,

the screaming song on your

mocking

bird

throat; the flush

flesh

behind an

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

those depressing words

have seeped into my skin

tattoos of the bone and

muscle;

no laser can scrape off this indelible ink.

lemon peel lips; curling

and chapped

release a fractured

hallelujah,

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.