My peanut butter eyes on caramel silk skin.
Butterflies flutter—folding in and famished—
beating and bowing before my bile-slick stomach. 
Flirting with my heart—an empty love, lost and lame. 
 
Pupils glued to my toes,
a sight caught in the corner of my vision—
bleeding blurry. 
Fain to find myself blighted thin.
Shadows march through my veins—
scarlet threads, unraveling from flesh.
 
My back sinks into the boards,
ribs hollow and plucked—notes of cultivated secrets. 
My crypt so contorted—a slow collapse. 
Stone-beat bones—whittled like sticks by time. 
Breaths wedge from dust-mapped lungs—
corrosion pooling at the edges. 
 
Light hums against my skin—
gentle, indifferent, and distant.
My smile—stale to the touch—
folly, flaky, a soft-coated grimace.
Tracing the edges of my fading reflection—
a heat-wilted confection—sun-kissed in memory. 



Friday 4 April 2025