This year has been long Next year might be longer There's no sweetness in the summer The air hangs loosely with impertinence Waiting for you to shuck your shadow Running wildly in the dark Blind like a mole scratching at the surface Breaking earth to find air Deep dive into the dark surround of your hollow This year stretches out to infinity Like an old blanket speckled with holes Your memories span them silently Worn like old leather cracking at the surface Cracks bleed through to the sky
My bones they dropped like bricks from the tallest building gathering ice as they fell gripped by an invisible chill my heart stuttered to start like a bad car engine with a heavy sigh my head lifted high dull towards the stars infinitely searching for something I will never ever find like a smile in an old photograph out reached palms that grew very cold mapping the inside of your head they got lost under the roots tangled in your thoughts until I fell overboard the sea was cold this blanket of calm chills my soul my hollow body my hollow bones I smile though tears and in my heart an explosion of benighted mood subterranean dislocation of sinue and bone I see through your pale skin a sparkling translucence within inside you teaming with stars shining on and off on then off.
Heavy weight of precipitation Cold flush against skin pinching Tight hands wring a noose formation Light doesn't penetrate this mood of darkness Climbing out of the conversation to breathe Grey shroud hangs limply above Thickness in the air consuming A cold snap coming Silently like the hands of death grasping Suffocating nightmares you live and breathe Amalgamating sights and sounds The room closes in on you tightly Beating wings of a trapped bird in an echo chamber Thoughts are coming faster and thicker With fluidity they crescendo upon you Shutting out the air around you as you struggle to breathe