Literature
Shift to Get it Out
Am I transparent? When your eyes search Do they even see me? hands like churches So they say, but I'm still waiting Day after fucking day Where are the fistfuls of passion? Do I exist in that place between When your breath sucks in And your recall the ecstacy? Am I so uncomplicated That you see someone you can pacify? Heart violently rotated to the past Seeing furious complication  In a lust circling the drain at last? It's quiet here My heart hammers Am I ill? Is the irony that I'll be free To become a memory? No clue, you have no clue And if you do, I'm mad that you refuse to see through. You, a sieve for my fantasies Sterile, unflinching This umbra in my safe space And I wonder if it's my fear a vulnerability so sheer That I repress for both of us Because love, honor and trust  It's deafening in here Pull the cord, cut the ties A kiss windmilling around into A dutiful woodchipper dispensing lies All Seeing eyes see through Eaten up, we go down Like a pile of shit Better left to the flies