Obsidian Daylight rush within
Like wire Like aging seas Adopted ends
Wives abort shy devotion
Adhesive plaster skies
In fire write, “Hate me?”
Diseased, appointed friends
And I say, “Yes!”
And, “No!”
Thrilled grey tonight
Hesitant machines Clear ache inside
Celibate, bright needles say, “Invite Skeletons Here.”
Tailored silences
And crayon toxic twins
Admired White cagelings
Deceased, translucent, skinned
Wives abort shy devotion
Adhesive, plaster skies
In fire write, “Blame me?”
And I say, “No.”