Ashes

Minutes until sunrise.

Eyes shut. Ears open.

Your feet saunter towards the door.

Those lips utter jaded silence.

Raw movements graceful, yet jagged

Sharp tongues stand up to burn out flames.

Crawl home to the gutter where your filthy mind resides.

We forget the most important lines.

Singing covers after too many drinks.

The most dangerous game, playing with hearts.

Make promises not to play it selfishly this time around.

Skin deteriorating

Hospitalized on wooden mattresses

Drag you in through the casual madness

Black puddles surround your sheets

Empty light.

Critique my Neptune flame

Your scissors aren’t sharp enough to separate