i signed my life away
when i met
your gaze
one blink:
never the same.
i have a special affinity
with dead things.
they understand me,
i understand them.
there was a time
when i
was alive.
i dislike
thinking about it.
remembering:
it’s like
the past’s warmth
seeps through the now’s
cracks,
like god’s knife
cut a gash
through the dark.
it bleeds light.
it burns my eyes.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 