Dreary sunny dreams

I hate the summer sun

It laughs at me for hiding

La Luna torments me by keeping me high up

With burning shadows

Morning Star Sun created a hope that pierced inside my heart like a gaping, deep, wormy hole,

Full of leaded guts that insects cannot prey on.

Summer mornings are worse,

No,

Summer afternoons, I mean

And I can’t breathe in the toxic heat

Yellow covering me with slashes along my arms,

And broken up pieces of hairbrush against my skull.

I dream of you in summer’s eve,

Lingering in my future hippocampus

A fatal crack in my mouth

That trickled to my arteries,

Draining me of burning shadows

Widening the hole inside,

But I am like the Supernova,

Dying instantaneously like a broken but overwhelming machine

Like a found Schrödinger's Star,

Stuck in warped, blacked out, loud

Fragmentations

Stuck on you,

Why won’t you leave my burning heart

The way you left me?

I was thinking of you before we met,

I was dreaming of you before we spoke,

I missed you before you left.