heaven feels like a whore
when she teases and then
gives in, like
the sex girls down the street, tight pants, fur coats, backwash on their lips.
my heart feels like plastic
when i kiss you and grow
icicles around my mouth.
i feel like winter with a high fever,
holes burning through my brain until
i’m a broken window.
you looked like a power chord
with that cigarette balancing behind your ear
and your hair like knives.
i thought you could walk right through me,
and settle there, breathing through my empty frame,
you walked around the mess
without as much as a
you are loveless and lifeless.
my house rots before you as i erase
what i a home is.