My skin tingles magnetically against the wind,
The floating element potent, piercing
My stripped fingers, stripped ribs and raw throat.
The perfect ticking of measured time
Carries with it a delirious, self-induced deterioration.
Minuscule seconds click into tiny forms,
Weighted and falling away,
As aspects of my corpse slip invisibly,
Gone but still somehow latching on,
In greedy insistence.
I fell asleep,
Blue darkness bleeding over my eyes.
From the deep shadow
You stepped out,
Light melting silently
Upon your sallow skin.
You looked a little scared.
It seemed more than a grasping
Fabrication of my mind,
Because your voice was
So lucid, so distinctively yours,
Bare and shaken.
A locket dangles in desolate pain,
And will remain forever.
The stony sharp chain
Pleasingly slices the fingers
Which wrap tightly around
Never surrendering to release.
It's so heavy,