I look for you
beneath the bed,
inside my boots,
nestling in the folds
of my sheets.

the dark, scarlet curve
fades to pale.
pink skin sparkling
juice dripping,

this is what it is like
to love someone
who will never love you back:
it is a thorn in the chest
buried deep, drawing blood.

the sky will be black
ashen limbs falling at my feet
torn hearts bleeding in the grass
brown rabbits, green grasshoppers, black crows, red foxes
all scrambling in herds of dust and blood and pain

i want that pulsing
white hot
kinetic
frenzied
pounding feet on concrete

the waves
crest in my head
spilling out of my ears
as i sleep.