featureless tongues

we begin sleep with eyes closed open
as our shoulders carry stones into dreams
we throw plates at the sunlight
who peers through chicken wired doors

i’ll tuck you in over my throat.

you called the casket
i was the pallbearer
to this sunny morning shadow
with graves wide closed
we loved like slanted echoes

blankets could not warm cold twined feet
we swung from the ceiling and tore tendered hearts
my wrists twist to your tightened skin
you talked with elbows
as our spines met the wall

we wear tape across our lips
carefully knitting ourselves into imagination
carved into sunken cheeks

.shattered in barked veins.

rusted trees reap broken colors.
losing limbs and leaves and beauty
as cold shatters its barked veins.
never letting up to warmth
the trees grew weak.
happiness is only as good as you
make it.
sometimes
squared edges don’t match up
sometimes
she gets jealous of the dying.
always
she wishes for spring.

i once knew a girl.
a girl with torn limbs
the type that come after unexpected snowstorms and icicles born from rain.
she gave the world herself.
the world gave her shattered souls and broken glass hopes.
never letting up to see her light
just bringing storms without the raincoat.