For so long now, I’ve been living in nothing,
Almost trapped in time,
Lungs filled with particles of sand,
and the wetness of autumnal kisses.
I chased tomorrow and lived in stone,
Worshiped silver skies and sinking shipmen.
Played with nothing but coal and ashes.
I ripped my fleshy chest open,
Left my heart but packed dirt in,
Collected from my backyard,
two houses ago.
I watched my work scurry across my bedroom floor.
My life climbed up the walls –
I killed it with a dead-man’s broom, along with all the spiders.
I wish to be gold,
And I long to be woven –
Sewn into my fantasies.
Escape from me, thine reality,
And see what thou hast done to hurt me.
From yesterday I hunt.
From tomorrow I’m broken.
Found today in a basket,
with pain deeply frozen.