#cracked memories

Wash the blood from my veins,

Rid these lies of my fingers

Shift my mind to places of brighter intuition

Feel my hips as they bleed words unspoken

Lips softer than any feeling I could have for the likes of you

Cut-throat and cut-paced,

Dead to the eyes of your admirers taste

Depressed in divots and corners we hide:

Divert your eyes from any feeling you may find

Because my blood has been emptied from my veins,

The emotions dead from my tone,

The feelings carved from my heart

In fear of those who came before you

After all this time hiding, I hoped you’d ignore them

The marks of palms pressed to my skull

A pressure unyielding and unbending to my mind’s eye

The feeling of a cloud of darkness shrouding my consciousness,