Hope and Slow Murder

Birds wings black oil spill ink.

Step in and out of the light stabbing my face with the sun.

Stars are eyes poked out skies.

Step in and out of the light stabbing my face with the sun.

Standing in the flames of your promises.

Doves with broken beaks pinned fat between your teeth.

No flight.

Razors dragged under skin.

Lightless, shackled by hope with the slow murder of what I held so dear.

Skinned knees kissed soft by acid lips.

Acid hammer breaks me into cold reflections of what I always wanted.

I held onto your lying hands 'til mine were fleshless and the bone turned to dust on your windowsill.

Thrashed by the breath of a cloud born promise that you'd be who you were before the hammer and all the razors.

You're about to say it.

About to drag that knife of a word with a whisper that will drag it slow across my neck for too many turns round the sun.

I've buried you in my head more times than I can remember.

Covered you in the stale dust of regret and thrown you all limp and dusty down the stairs I struggled to carry us both up all those smile breaking nights.

I nailed the door shut with a thousand better-off-without-you thoughts and wish-I-never-knew you days.

Still you found a way out to slowly murder me with your words of hope.