inky nightmares

mysteries lie and they smell like firelight when they burn my skin they seep in my eyes. light that fire, let it lick flames against the hardwood floor where you buried us. we don’t belong here forever, do we ever? mindness, kindness, flowing rainbows of sin and lies, we were born here to die, don’t you understand?

this won’t end alone

dragging you down, i tell you, for the night bares down like teeth on spine, it spits and spins and likes to wear clothes made of feathers. we don’t watch it weep, it watches us.

goat milk on that far away field and the sheep skin wolf wearing father of the bride.

swim with us, you tell us but we’re too far away to hear

i smell blood in the water and it’s too late to move my feet

they’re stuck in the sand--that seaweed sand of so many inky nightmares