Asphyxiation on a Tuesday in November

I was climbing up the walls
whilst the sound of the wind
battered against sheets of glass.
Fragile sands kept us separated from
the darkness
that engulfed the night.

Tonight was a night of parting.
All we had between us were paper walls and
the realization that we couldn’t continue like this.
We were just a shell of a relationship.
I remember you couldn’t look at me when you told me that it was over.
Your head faced south,
ashamed of the decision you were making,
it wasn’t what any of us wanted but it was what had to be done.
We had to murder our relationship
to try and give it the chance to be resuscitated.

So you reached over with your beautiful hands,
placed them gently around my neck
and started choking.
The world went hazy, my thoughts expired
as the asphyxiation took hold,
the edges blurred, as I dropped to my knees.

I saw your face as I drifted off into a deep coma
I watched the darkness engulf me as we died in front of each other.

1 bird ,1000 begonias and half an erection...

I dialled the number
punched the digits
just to hear her twang
and she told me that there were birds outside
black ones
and that her flowers
had bloomed
white

the doorbell rang and a guy handed me a package
I wiped the sleep from my eyes and
glanced down
my half erect cock was poking out of
her baggy pajamas that I was wearing
I gave the guy a crooked smile
and shut the door, taking both packages inside

I peeled the skin off the envelope and watched
1000 snow dripped petals cascade from their nest
and onto the floor
I inspected the letter
there was no sending
or receiving address
it was blank

I pulled myself downwards and onto the scented
fingernails
I breathed in their muskiness
I breathed in their life, then
I drifted into a deep sleep
and dreamt of birds and begonias
and I dreamt of her

Captured

Captive to the captivated
perched
upon the very edge of my
precipice
Tears filling my eyes
Fears consuming my mind
My stomach
empty
a vacuum, hunted
by the haunted
pale and gaunt
trembling
with knees scrunched
inwards
rocking back and forth on the damp bed
where she once lay

my words are too much
my words are too much
I push push push
impatience
I rush rush rush

How I long to be real
To be consumed
completely
in all my glories
with all my failures stripped and laid
by my bare bleeding feet
How I long to be consumed.