GrimmAssassin

Please forgive The lame gait I keep My knee, twisted like a lover's embrace, sways in tortuous, tidal leanings

There's a hollowness in my bones Hallowed marrow set alight, laid bare and I've lost my fangs to love again Tucked away my sleepless nights, and burning scrolls Left aching in the late hours as a Half-rotten skeleton in the field of forgotten battles

I cried and wrote poetry While the sea engulfed my chest An ocean of should'ves held tight in my lungs A storm wrapped in Soft lips and hooded eyes I cried for you and wrote poetry On the back of my shaking hands High tide like a noose Subtly draped beneath my collar I cried for dead futures And wrote poems about loss Salt from my sea-weary irises Cutting borders into my cheeks I cried for weakness, And for love I cried for you tonight

- In your hands I am caged bird, and I'm okay with that Lately, I feel so small, Like a child In your embrace and In the best way, This sense normalcy Tears me apart I want to watch this Iron-clad world fall apart In your arms -

She will leave She will stand at the coffee-brown door Flowers trapped between chewed nails She will walk down the dimly lit hall With lead eyes and stone shoulders She will slip down cracked concrete stairs Counting each step with a breath She will tuck stubborn locks behind her ear Wiping away the thrumming of her heart She will leave And in leaving, she grows older Her hands shake in crisp Autumn rain, And again with late Jaunary's frost Her eyes blur over sealed pavement Searching, remembering She will leave And in leaving, her heart empties

Shaking like a doe I am held together with Ashen sticks and wide green eyes Brisk, unyielding in Spring winds My legs move as hunting shadows, Stone-footed and callous She's always at the edge of my thoughts Twisting my hands, my chin tucking earthward I am alive, I am lost Your memory burns me, Like a martyr to a dead god Useless in my sacrifice I will forget your curled ribs, Cruel lips, and frostbitten fingers They will fade from me with the tide

At our worst We are a garden Bleached and starving Among dead things These bones are driftwood Salted and creaking At our worst We are quiet winds

I can feel your bones, Shifting against me In an undertow of breath My body is a hollow case, A long-forgotten home Collapsing around your heart I crawl from these scars Like a wounded wolf In berry-stained snow, but This skin prickles, rips In the sound of your quiet heartache And I bleed just to hide from you Together, we are an ocean Rough and untamed, Left craving in a darkened state I will go soon, Sliding from your shore like the tide Leaving behind all that I am

Her ribs remind me Of rain on a tin roof, the Home I grew in Every scar is loud, and I can hear each heartache But My eyes are too sharp to Ignore the way her shadow Flickers in between headlights Dad used to call them eagle eyes, and I felt singular - unique But Her arms tremble like ash in The cool summer breeze, dancing On the rim of a stolen seashell I know I am selfish to love your Cracked spine and blue lips, But I cherish those bluebird bones, even When they fray under my touch

I am Bruised fingers and Cigarettes She is Lukewarm coffee and Mourning songs Apart We are as vultures and Midnight bones As one Our bones do split and Bloom tonight