Headaches.
Every time you touch me, I flinch away.
and it just gets worse.
you're so angry.
I can't help it now;
It's a habit.
Like a drug addict.
My skin is my medium.
Sparrow Wings
not saintly enough for heaven
not damned enough for hell.
just a sparrow
on a branch outside your window
singing you to sleep.
small words
keep the nightmares away
when all I want to do
is lean in close
and claw the blood
from your veins.
the shadows in these rooms are dark
overgrown with ivy
to obscure
the windows that wake me in the morning.
And the only light
is from your glittering eyes
and luminous pale skin.
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