howli.howl by blispiral
it is 4 am and she cannot get the bloody imprint of his fingernails
out of her skin. she can feel voices inside her bones, screaming out;
whether for departure or for him, she cannot discern.
some nights she sees stars on her fingertips
and can taste nebulae being formed on the tip of her tongue.
when he's around, she swears that she is a black hole collapsing,
swears she can feel herself twist into the negative space between seconds.
we sleep in the mouths of wolves,
use canines like pillows,
weave ourselves betwixt their vocal chords.
some people can never stop howling,
voices lost in the gaps between the stars.
and the sky is gasping.the windshield wipers jerk forward and backand the sky is gasping. by blispiral
like new wings trying to take flight;
god is crying today. you have split the sky in half.
we are caught in the spaces between words;
the slow gasp separating phrases,
or the gentle grasp on her collarbone.
i am your most destructive nighttime thought.
the car rolls forward, jerking.
white knuckles grip black steering wheel
while red eyelids grip dilated pupils.
muscles tense; the red light flashes green.
speed consumes the center line.
the knots in our stomachs devour
any semblance of righteousness.
lighting breaks the sky, jagged and murderous.
evanescenti.evanescent by blispiral
i’ve spend weeks gripping between hollow bones,
gluing poetry to my arms like wings,
trying to teach myself how to fly;
every time i approach the edge to take off,
the letters fly off in the breeze.
sometimes, if i bite hard enough,
i can taste you on the tip of my tongue.
crimson, you ooze between my teeth
and bleed me dry one last time.
you whispered between trees,
a cold november breeze echoing ominously
between my fingertips.
i’m sorry I could never hold on.
sinksmoke slithers around the rose bud sprouts of my stomach,sink by blispiral
oozes around the tangled vines on my chest;
leaves fall from the branches in my mind
to the tip of my swollen tongue.
i cough them up in a haze of dust and flames,
spitting up a last few drops of passion
before the sink into negative space.