Collapse Into The Abstract

Silhouettes left burned in these walls from you. The smell of fear still decorates the squares at night. I close my eyes with two blue stars beside:mine and I collapse into the abstract, cloaking my words. I can feel your hands on my neck. Surround my face:.with frozen moments enveloping my stare. They thaw into my dreams and dissipate into the night with your scent. The color of rose will slowly form onto my trunk as sap flows from hollow tubes in my shins. Diminishing my weight:until you bottle me and leave me unshapely. As time sings faster, songs of disaster will find home in your ears. And when I sleep I lie, still knowing well that I can feel your hands on my neck