Look.
Look. This type of beauty is rare. This unique and complete collapse.
Feel free to stare blindly while I hide under the twisted brambles
Of your obscene lies like plush, familiar blankets.

Speak.
Speak. Whispers to soothe my soul and soften the twitch
In my jaw. Perhaps I wont break my teeth today.
Chewing the fat and sipping your sweet prose.

Listen.
Listen and feel free to wonder which sound was more deafening.
The slam of the door, or the cracking in my chest. Such a lovely duet.
I suppose I would have said "Heart", but I can still feel it beating
Inside your pocket next to the lint and cigarette butts.


(drip)
Useless tears tend to burn the most.

(drip)
Melting away the soul.

(drip)
This brimstone burns cold.

(drip)
Can you smell the salted waves chasing you?
Can you feel the burning torrent dragging the sand from under your toes
And crunching painfully as it turns to glass?

(drip)
We love this storm.


I am.
I am elegance. Breathtaking in my own disastrous, tragic way.
If fear is what makes us brave, then colour me cowardly.

(drip)
We love this.

(drip)
(drip)
(Splash)

Watch the phoenix turn to ash.