my name
is a quicksand
of shifting
glyphs
a rune etched
with a thorn
along the cardial nerve
a shiver causing
palpitations
the devil glinting
in my smirk
an itch
you cannot scratch

my absence
accentuates the
hollowness of
the relentless sorrow
a hoarfrost silhouette
dissipating in
the summer sun
a memory of hot breath
on the curve of
your gentle neck
in the recycled air
of another no tell
motel at the edge
of nowhere

i am subject
to the lunar tidings
the madness shines
in yellow flakes
unfathomable depths
where calcified sadness
make an iron maiden
piercing the tender
ache in brittle surrender