Pooled gold
And
Silver
Conflicted-
Against
Tore, silk
Stitched
Lining of
Leather boxes
Confined on
Tracks;
Train;
Steam
Cloaked and bound
Voracious iron
Devouring
Anywhere
North of the stream.
Skin intertwining;
We were zippers and thread;
Like all the shiny popped buttons
"Lost" navigated our heads.
But when we
Laid
Out like
Fine print
To be spouted off
As if it were fiction;
A fairy-tale
As opposed to something tragically real-
We
Rolled into
The same spine.
We rolled
Onward;
Cased in
A
Train
With silver-lining
Going
Nowhere
Where
No one
Cared to
Collect
Disillusioned messes
Like
Ourselves.
Your hands which searched
Yourself
And your picture-books
From photo-booths;
Full of faces of flowers
You pretended you knew-
(But only wanted to sink your teeth into)
Braided the same slipknot
You
Placed around
My neck.
With your pooling selfishness;
Your lack of regret;
You're an un-manned weapon;
You're
The sinister composition
I should have
Never let
Place his
His sick,
Hungry
Blood stained
Palms
All over
My
Naked body.
You're sipping your
Earl Grey
With a side of my innocence.
You're inking into my veins
Letters
Full of slick silky
False pretenses.
Just like always...
I nod off to sleep to it;
Like the radio
Sending in static chiming melodies
That I want to know
So I can always know you.
Your back was a stallion.
I fell backwards.
I became ensnared.
So I wove the shiny web you
Were
As I was tangled there.
My fingertips
Like fine china,
Molded into the banks of yours;
You rested your tongue against me
Drank me into your
Wrestling shores-
In the belly of you
I was drenched with
Every lie
That hung its
Tie
On the doors
Of the objects
You were
Lusting for.
I was
A polished faced
Prism;
Beneath your windowpane.
I was the
Battered negotiator
Beside you on that train
No composition
Of mine
Could conquer your pomposity.
And I-
Like a ransacked
Ravaged,
Battered ship
Am a
Sprawled;
Gaping
Tragedy.
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