It keeps me safe from the stares, a buffer zone that eats out the
coldness.
The judgement leaves bruises on my neck.
Your heart leaves bruises on my wit.
The sky bleeds together in a rush of complementary colors.
The trees are skeleton hands scrabbling to grab at God's cloak.
You miss/kiss miserably.
Its as if I can feel all the apathy bleeding through your teeth.
The songs that infiltrate my ears remind me of the crescendo of
infinity.
I want to be endless and hopeful and optimistic.
Unfortunately, my blood runs cold at the lion eyes.
Mall music traipses through my bloodstream.
to be finished later.
