All souls, no matter how lost, have that one light flickering within

I break apart, 
losing chunks of my skin as it flakes away, 
my blood congealing like rotten milk as it falls from gaping wounds. 


Bones whine and crack, 
muscles dry and tear. 
They too fall away from me. 
Pieces of my body lay strewn in a long winding path. 


Until all that is left marching onwards is a single speck of light. 
Within it are not my memories or thoughts. 
Only my essence. 
My emotion. 
The love kept locked in for a lifetime, finally exposed to the cold air. 
A love I carried for a lifetime hoping it would find you. 
A love that now lives without the impurity of flesh, left with a simple singular purpose. 


To love.

There is no Tomorrow, but a series of Today

Tomorrow will never come. 
Today just decides he wants to be something else when the sun rises again. 
So too should you try on a new version of yourself with each new day, until you find yourself. 
And then leave him behind as well to find someone else new.

The phones don't sleep at night

My phone is not my tether to an alternate reality, where invisible neon lines connect me to the Great Barrier Reef and the tops of Everest and wherever else your flights of fancy take you. 


It is simply near me in case you need an ear to cry into at night. 


Kept away from me so you don't hear my own whimpers. 

My moonlighting requires a cape

I wake early in the morning and rest late at night, so that for a few hours, my life will be as it was without me wondering what it is you are upto. 


So that I know you are safely in the bed I left you in.

All of the lights

I close my eyes and the universe past the clouds open up to me
I tumble backwards from the inside of my eye sockets, into a lake of warm milk, tasting of vanilla and sugar
The sky is a bright yellow, not from the sun, but from the million million stars apparent to me all at once
But I can see the edges of the universe, the stars reflecting off of it clear and hollow
Just milk and stars
Like the inside of a lightbulb
My feet burn with energy, expanding and oozing out of my skin as red hot lava and hardening to a soft chocolatey smooth cake
My eyes melt away into gooey sorbet dripping down and into the milk
No longer necessary as the universe unfolds to show the razor edge line of past melding into the future
A record needle following the line of time, playing out everyone's story as they pass into and out of the focus of the needle
It suddenly all makes so much sense, why we are what we are and do the evil we do
But the next beat of the bass enraptures me with a new reality

Slip of pink

I turn my eyes away, 
ashamed to behold that which I covet the most, 
lying uncovered before me, 
without guard or veil. 


I am waiting for the beating that is sure to follow

Repressed Memories

Something new has broken in your mind. 
I will spend my next lifetime searching for the symptoms of what you did to bind your reality back together, 
So I may find my place in it once more.