.Khionê.

.i see you with black feathers too.

.eyes closed. eyes open.
i feel the waves in me when you're breathing
subtle movements in tangled raw silk
fall from the sky, before you wake up
hold fast my last dream, lest it break up
hand closes around ray of sun
not before it blinded me and opened my eyes
might forgotten lives be recalled?
could it be my soul they enfold
those velvet wings that your fingers withhold
you've been my shadow before
you've swallowed me whole before
you've slipped away outside this mirror before
and let it spill out of these crevices in my heart
stretch out your arms
and their black cloud extensions will bring it all back
come, bring it with you to the shore
my love, we aren't lost anymore.

.take me home, lightstring.

.but they all turned into black glass beads.

i cant say i dont know
i wont say i do
we bring this night only one star with you
can you see it
will you take it
will you take us and drown
big fish in small pond
little fish in smaller cloud
take them with you when you go out
wait, i'll make them so proud
am i forgetting something
am i wishing out loud
are we there yet
is it fair yet
it's still something you can't covet

so no one told you
no, let me hold you
warm up, won't you
i am so very cold
this is getting old
too much too soon
so many stars too many
string of lights unwind me
like deltas in the sky
but only one little raft
littler journeys
much more anticipation
are we there yet
do you care yet
ember, when we've only just met

meander meander
when we're lost we'll surrender
this has been worth anything that i'll miss later
but not for you
you're lighting up promises now, too
take them with you when you burn out
secret weapons are finally about
ember, i don't know why we can't shout
so there's pretence and hope
wait, you said it out loud
but what about me
garnets will cry as embers turn onyx
are you there yet
do you care yet
do you care anymore.

.incendiary.

.the one with a thousand names.

.she stands on a balcony. in a tower of a castle on a cliff.
.she watches the summer pass the ocean by, and sings to the setting sun...

.this was doomed from the start. every little russet brick. built to end and take us with it. all because i can't talk and you can't live two lives apart. lulling me deeper into this sleep, you're waking yourself up. i can feel it. and my letters won't reach you. when i don't send them. because it wouldn't make a difference. they were written to end from the start.

i want you to give me a flower. so i can burn it and watch the flames sear it. every little russet petal. like i watch you sear my heart every second you're not my version of you. in silence. 'cause i won't stop you. i won't tell you anything. do what you want, and i'll listen. it'll be alright, after all. i would never have changed a thing. not even if i could.

free, with a letter. restless bird. unless you tie me down. trapped. and it's starting again. like before. retrace the text. what happens next. not again...
.i forgot.

.hello emptiness.

.this summer will be cold in memories.


.staring into the wind
waiting
the girl stands
with a spark at her mouth
spinning smoke
spinning windswept clouds
dreading
she knows you're coming
she hears your voices
lingering in the crevices of her mind
a writhing, wavering little thing
drawn always to you
she needs you to complete
the spaces she's blocked out
from a world that's locked her out
she brings it upon herself
he kisses her goodbye
every time
wryly
she smiles

wait for him to leave
she already knows
catch the door he swung back to close
you need no invitation
lurking has always been your approach
the floor makes footstep-sounds
creep up behind her
butterfly kisses against her shoulder
her head reclines
sadism plays on the curl of your lips
indulgently
she smiles

you've got me to yourself now
you say
she watches the spark at your mouth glow
in the dimness, you have ember eyes
smouldering
spinning smoke
in reverse
spinning her life open backwards
sit beside her on the dusty steps
in the muted storm
in her empty front porch
this summer's gonna be cold in memories
post-rain evenings, dirty roads
dust storms and dust bunnies
cars rushing by
empty houses
bitterly
she smiles

dusty porch-steps, lonely streetlight
windswept trees
he was here just last night
no moon
no witnesses
no wonder she's in distress
you lull her into slumber
your twisted work of art
forever wakeful, unfinished
you'll lose her to him soon
but not forever
she'll give herself over to you
another summer
incomplete
she smiles.

.meeres.schaum.

.part of me has waited to be in love with you for a very long time.

.die tiefe ihres herzens

du bringst es in ihr heraus

sie ist so ruhig

sie ist so traurig

aber sie hat dich doch

lösch' die kerze aus

leichte schritte auf dem sand

es war so einfach, als sie nicht verstand

die wellen kommen nah

gib ihnen die schritte

augen die immer ins leere wegschauen

doch kalt in deiner, bleibt die hand

die seele ruft zu dir

doch ihre lippen sind still

je mehr du ihr herz zu dir hin ziehst

um so mehr zieht sie zürück

sie will nicht dass du ihre träume erfüllst

zerstör sie nur

ihre stimme schreit, aber in den wolken

hör sie nur

schwarze flügel werfen runter

in deinen armen liegt sie nun

ihre träne auf deiner schulter

sie liebt dich so sehr

umarmt von deiner seele

es ist zu viel

öffne die augen und

schau sie nicht an

bring die ungeöffneten träume mit an die küste ran

wir gehen unter.

.high on cough syrup. phase two.

.the streak of color.

.he left scarlet blossoms for the bruised statue

this winter has waited too long to touch you

she'll vent hypocrisy, see how much you

let the summer burn her sorrow

a whirlwind of fate-set-in-motion stored inside a jar

and if we blur lust and emotion, that's just who we are

the darkness of a street engulfing two shadows in a car

I don't learn from mistakes, my love, mislead me and I'll follow

chain reactions are with the aftermath, I should've let you see

must it always be persistence against volatility

I am not the child I want you to perceive

an incomplete truth doesn't mean it's all for show.

that star looks lonely, coiled up in clouds, let's go for a swim

self-destructive tendencies aren't just another whim

yes, it's all planned, but I wonder which way captivates him

I'll spend a lifetime making it up to you. are. you. listening?

and I know this could be the one that destroys me

my heart throbs with anticipation, bittersweet sorrow

there's only so much of your color I can borrow

I'm dissolving

.are you waking up?

.high on cough syrup. phase one.

.i know this could be the one that destroys me.

.shadows sift in moonlit darkness with no air

curtains billow above, in a day, they'll be threadbare

I'll go out, but suffocation will follow me everywhere

and he, of all the facades for this heart, will seem hollow

a something that remains elusive and its place is empty

know it's missing. but it was yours. and know it always will be

everything begins and ends with your voice saying pretty

every pair of syllables deepens that I'm shallow

awakened in a cold sweat, burning a nonexistent fever away

no recollection of either reality, 'cause time is at fray

artificial lights on stone turned un-stone. everything's gray

but one shocking streak of life painted across a nothing

scrape myself off the floor and think about ending this non-life for the hundredth time, once more

I need to exist, if only in this one moment for you. not afterward and not before

warmth snapping at its heels is no more than porcelain should endure

a streak of red against a gray-scale spiral, and I'm falling.