maryhasgonemad (maryhasgonemad) wrote in art_is_insanity,
maryhasgonemad
maryhasgonemad
art_is_insanity

poem

you were sitting on the couch with a magazine in your hand

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,

but
you walked around the mess
without as much as a
breath.

you are loveless and lifeless.
my house rots before you as i erase
what i a home is.
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