she spoke silver





she spoke silver to me
with a tongue that echo.d breaking down.
reflections like losing ground.
she'd say that stars aren't the only things
worth the shine.

so I made wishes on the words she spit.
when her lips tasted like coal.
back when I still felt I could stop the world from spinning.
so I'd pen her like some antiqued china-
as if I could break her to pieces.
the way waves and sand were meant
to create beaches together.

and she spoke in glimmers.
a voice taking tone from hammers
to points. and I'd let each strike bring the skies.
oh those skies, they'd be alive. she'd whisper.
when silver spoke from her.


and this distraction on page. it makes melting.
seem symbolic.
so I ask again- if she can scream
some substance into me.

and she speaks in precious metals.
beat, she says. to my heart.
beat.


and my chest. it's tasting this night.