RUST.

I am alone.
Returning to the
day when I was born.
Farther each time.
Unfamiliar.

Curl inside my coat of bones,
Of silent flesh
Decaying in your mist.

You break this heart.
Into beads
You turn
into necklaces that choke.
I turn away.

Drench the hour
In oil of madness.
Feed the ground
a cold and lonely stare.

It's only fair.
Let me return to the day of my birth.
Alone and unfamiliar.

2004 CORE Creatives
11/13 | 2:34 AM