open wounds to the smile. laughing at them so proud. liquid red grins. plasma eyes. glaring at them in their condescending fashion. don't take me home because we'll be driving forever just to find it. take me anywhere else. just don't ask me where i want to go.
itchy lives. covered rashes. chaffed by time. just don't scratch at, though the urge is so great. let the skin grow back before you pick it all away.
humbled expectations crawl back to the closets you normally keep them. love hangs in your head like a gallery of photographs taken. developed. framed. displayed, frozen images. black and white cataract memories of motion caged. never to move again.
i surrendered a long time ago. to the conditions that life imposed. i'm neither a rebel nor a champion. i'm a captive. just another slave in life's prison camp. like we all are. only hardly anyone notices.
closed fist to the moon. punching the wind in futile gestures of changing moods. kiss me once. innocent like a child. and i'll not analyze. not question. just let it slip silently between the pages. a hidden paragraph unnamed. it will ask nothing, yet it will give all that it can. from behind the barrier of staunch friendships it will delete what happened before it. one word at a time. clearing the pages for what you next choose to design.
there are so few nights now when i can lay back in my hollow and have no need to write. giddy spells come and go like the weather changing. but there's an underlying rhythm. the skin may smile, but the skeleton still cries.
drink me. treat me like a bottle. a receptacle full of whatever feels good to you. drink me. drain all i hide. and then fill me up with what you are. or else just drink me, because i'd rather be empty if i can't have you inside.