[Insanity] noticed her.
but she would yell at it and give it bad looks.
It would send her drinks
though she unrequited in quite words about "dreaming"
and she would excuse him in dark liquid,
flowing steadily down her throat making it less heavy and arresting her mind.
until she slipped and spilled her thoughts on the floor, and they lay undone.
her thinking unpeeled as aroma blossomed her cerebellum into a calmer environment.
not her, but her [brain] exploded in surrender and
she didnt feel real.

go away.

silk

This day, she felt the words creep unto her pallet and softly caress the roof of her mouth until it broke the silence, breaking into abrupt flocks of laughter that landed at the ceiling sideways and simple.
And happy spread warm over her, in light making the blood in her nourish like never before; a comfort feeling and something about safe.
A sleeveless length of silk cascaded down her chest and stomach. The ivory fabric scooped down her back withdrawing from her braided lacks as if touching would singe it in comparison.
-is that no one addressed them, it seemed adolescent; we were junior high girls in a fight. But we had never met, or laughed, or exchanged stories about pets or favorite colors; we were un-named enemies.
[and I do believe it un-requited, one sided, “up-nosery”]

ratatat

ratatatat; a spiral exploded kneecap
stop the air depravity;
a roaring crash into his chest cavity
they turn up their mighty porcelain noses;
and it begins; the in between and sleep-like poses
and underneath the sheath of skin, their eyes begin to fade and flicker.
and with the condition of the room, the words
they spoke seemed to make him sicker, quicker.

the path is small, and blank, and tall.
i move in ballet, my feet end to tip.
and my body contorts to the shape it concedes.
i bend spine and bone, things i wont later need.
i am finding it quicker,
the door and the step.
the brass handle rotates,
and presents a new depth.
so i cascade down its halls
in its rooms, in its things
and i am hunting it viscously
where, in the ceiling, it hangs

because i only in between and sleep like poses
at night, in the dark things; i do not go
but somewhere i am resting, and person and whole
the endless places, the worlds i ache to show.
do you dream of things, like colored sounds
and if you do, at night
do the stars hold you captive, in the sound do you drown?
cause i keep covering my ears at the sight of sound
its the noise that keeps me
under the sky, above the ground.
cause i told God, i felt flat to the size of it
and he calmed and comfort me
cause the idea of size
is synthesized in it.
he said,
we may not beckon sun and ocean,
we cannot bleed infinite
but in his admirations
our souls expand with no limit.
"so even when they will not stay, underground; all the dead,
you'll take them away, the pain they put in my head?"

he said,
skin and bones cannot stretch,
your shoulders are frail
the tragedies you think to be
in my great eyes, fade and pale.
your vessel's too small
quiet now, overflow
your feeling's too big
start writing words you know
if you paint, the tragic will fall and age
and if you get it out, it will number and page.
if, in time, you write all the worlds
and there are no more left
ill help you to human
where dreams and sleep, you were utterly theft.