Wearing a Sheet

Abuse becomes ghosts,

To feral orphans,

Bleed the bad in this bed,

And break all my bones.

 

These Seams Remain Open

Seams to gouge,

A salt sewn suit,

Stitched to the ice and dirt,

Cold fingers,

And even colder toes,

My tattered,

My soiled,

And my torn,

It offends thee,

Like scar tissue,

Deep,

As fresh wounds,

I must return,

It is in my nature.

 

Paper Airplanes of DNA

Telepathies,

And time,

Teaching extermination,

Passed down,

Like my letters,

Folklore,

Folded up,

And held,

Hiding,

In closets,

And under beds,

Just swept dust,

And curtained light,

A hundred galaxies,

Died,

Just to utter,

A couple of sentences.