Twisted in the Heart

With vestigial eyes and a smile worth diamonds
Your fervour climbed over me

He says

Maybe I forgot the winter of your worth

Maybe I was the last chance you had to feel summer

I prefer the fall

Everyday

I clung to the idea that the bottom pieces hidden by the ones on top were somehow redeeming

'Let them preach', I said

Adorable as it was, your truculant backstage persona was rentable at best

Like the precious little noose you wore tucked behind a velvet vest

Post mortem whispers in our dirty little dungeon where pungent lust was our only stall

Starlight

Starbright

First scar I feel tonight

Joshua Fink