Concrete carcasses
Zip tied to our hearts
Trap me Florescent skylights
Burnt pale skin
Weak in the knees
Weak in the head
Raw retinas
Can’t see through salt water
Worn out windshield wipers
Scrape the filth
From my fingernails
Eggplant leather skin
Beaten With tiny tenderizers
Dandelion liver spots
Hole-punched arms
Hole-punched heart
Fabricated feelings
Suffocated
Spaces between
Bone white teeth
Pierced blue lips
And marbled eyes
Cough back that bad taste
Lying froze on a brick floor
Screams evaporate to fog
No thudding beat
Blood boils in broken bagpipe veins
Chest concaved
Nerves numb
Machines of memories
Operated by a vacant chair
Separate me like laundry, place each part of me in different coloured baskets.
Pour fabric softener down my throat, soften the lumps I keep choking on.
I’m not clean…. I can’t get this filth out from underneath my skin.
Peel it back, one giant organ.
Misty mouthwash fog clouds the air
Covering up my glasses
Rolling around in bleached blankets
Stamp my body in the snow
Make me feel 2 foot four
Too short to reach the kitchen sink