black velvet curtains, burning up
with the fire set ablaze, set ablaze
black melting like mascara, like candle wax
dripping onto lovers' bodies, crying out
in shame or pain or,
love, that emotion that escapes me,
berates me and fills me, warm with
bullet holes, shock, amazement, i watch you
love her, and black velvet curtains come down,
melting with untimely winter floods, a deluge of saltwater
sick lamentations, sick, sick,
i am the sickest,
melting makeup down my cheeks, drowning eyeliner,
and i wish to fly without wings
yet do not have the courage,
yet do not possess the foresight,

to keep that in mind.