I plunge between high tides
And gaps dug by craters on the moon.

Mash me up with the empty glow
Of being nothing.
Nothing at all.

Compose me in different hues
I'd like to swirl
In lilac
And burgundy
And jade poison,
Lithe in its effervescence.

My bleak heart shines
In the wasting sun

Warmth is a fading dream
Dying on my lips
And singing is the memory
I can't recall.

Barbed thoughts
That hang in the air
Stings
And prods
Resentment in me
Of never living enough
And never feeling enough.