she spoke pearl

she spoke pearl to me
like the pale ashes that fell from her waxen wings.
and she always told me. to listen
because the sky was trying to tell me of
all the things I never cared to know.

when her fingers hit the ivory keys that unlocked
the meaning in my words. she sang
with a voice like snowflakes on hot concrete
and she'd beg. the stars- they keep on burning
while she's holding her flashlight to the sky
screaming.

I can turn it all white.


and. she's breaking pieces of porcelain
pallid like the shards stuck beneath her bleached skin
she tells me to ride the spectacle. because tomorrow
the stars might stop breathing so bright.

and I put my finger to her lips. she kisses.
moves beneath my skin. and she speaks silence.
so frosted with allure. and her lips part.
I tell her no.

she's said enough.




and we bathe in the color. she speaks silence.
tonight. we're both a little less.
than broken.