Saturday, September 21, 2013


I bleed tears
as my bones screech
until the skin on my face
won't soak the salt
trickling down to my wounds.

In the death of this night
nothingness has no color
it only has a sound
of a rotating fan
circling around its
own axis, of breath
counting backward
of a wall that is

crumbling down
chewing its cud.

As I swallow spit
nothingness screams
through fossils
frozen in fear
truth was an anklet
I have worn since the time
I let you go.

Nothingness now wears the color
of the blue
that stares back at me
when I try to trace
a rainbow in my sky.