Hollow

Blue blood rushed beneath pale skin breathing against city lights. Orbs of light entangle the hurried bodies carrying darkened souls, chapped hearts, fading voices.

Hollowed cheek bones, hunted I can feel it rising. I can feel it deep within caving in, my insides writhing into wet sand escaping black holes. Crying behind the diamond eyes that once belonged in the reflection I called mine. Keep my dusted Raven wings underneath what could have been. The pale embers of dust swirl in the slanted casting of light that melts into the wood of my soul.

Silent rapture tangled in a web of intricately spun lies my lemon yellow lips clung to.

Sing me to sleep I beg you, the colors are too heavy for these bones to carry, they drip and fall to my ankles, pooled and turning to cement. A prismatic image of emotions etched in a prayer that never stood still. Running in the dark, breathing harshly... frantically scraping the night to find the pieces.

Pieces of the twirling flower skirt above sunlit legs and hair made of melted molasses. Pieces that tear away mercilessly with no warning before the blows. It scorches the pit my being black and candied blood sticks to the edge of my fingertips... gripping frantically to the flesh that is still her.

Peace lay still between Black feathers falling, speckled in silver light, the haunted rhythm lulls one to sleep.

Despair once again carrying me to dream.