Anabel

Fingernails cling for grip on collarbones and jawlines

as sanity slips off the cliffs edge. Two bodies colliding

but not like asteroids or pieces in a jigsaw puzzle.

The world doesn’t care about these two entwined.

Bruised lips pull together there is no spark of electricity

just soft sounds of agreement. Marking territory with

bites and scars. Two chests pressed together so hard

with their hearts beating manically, out of time and rushed.

They will leave in the morning and the world will not know

of the rushed night they shared, of the blood that

I would've held on to that last day

Instead of “here's your keys”

The last thing I'd say would be “I love you”

The walls called out

and their cries echoed off the ceiling

then crashed down upon my skull.

It shattered

like a christmas-tree ornament.

Scattered shards of potential ingenuity

flew like dead doves

that bled blue and silver juices

which stained my life

like ink-soaked fingernail scratches

on white drapes.

We looked at each other.

I memorized the creases in your forehead

and you traced over the tattoos on my back.

But when morning came

and The Sun reached Its Heavenly Hand through your window

you forgot about me.

Done traded me in, "lickety splickety",

for a sip of some other poison.

So I sat here by myself

amidst the broken bits

of my good-for-nothing skull

contemplating your offer

to purchase a pair of government-issued boots

one saying “FREEDOM”

and the other, “POSSIBILITY”

because nobody ever really falls in love

on broken rooftops

looking for a right answer

in your worn out pockets

you told me maybe

if i cared less

constant panic and worrying about every little detail