DanceInInfinity

This tangled mess you call a heart, daisy veins & sin; She's bringing me down. & you were merely shivering kite-string clavicles. Nothing, pressing winter bones against my sun-stricken mouth, darkness searching for a home buried in my lungs. You whispered breathe me lovely in the inhale/exhale of carbon dioxide suicide. She speaks only of you now, lonely & mourning beats- Crack open this damn ribcage; set me            free.

My skeleton is night and solace, ever the drifter in powdered skies and hollowed sight. These red rivers stir and breathe in bone-dance: temptation’s lullaby for a width and stretch of slumber. Kisses give soul to granite marble; and my bones, (oh, what dreaming bones):    they dance no more.

Well, you ...nothing to say Sending you out to face your day Where are the gifts you were sent to give Where in your heart have you learned to live The drive that pulls and pushes us on The deepest fears ...now and gone What is their purpose and what do they see And what is this thought I made part of me Where I stand ...like the eye of a storm Where I can keep safe, where I can keep warm But I still feel your pain out there Like lonely music, filling the air

My little Creature Does he roam My little Creature Has no home Forever to wander The hollow woods To eat human flesh That's all he could With hair of threads And teeth of glass With crooked fingers And a heart of brass With bloody bandages And platinum skin With dirty rags And a dead, sharp grin

Acid in my throat Salt in my eyes How does it feel When a dear one dies? Do you go through tissues by the box From crying all the time Do you hurt from things With no reason or rhyme? Does your stomach turn And is it too hard to eat Is it so difficult to smile That it's become a feat? Do you lack any energy When going through the motions Do you speed clean the house To escape all emotions? Do you go through the day Without your vision blurred? Or does your life continue As if nothing occurred Savannah Greenhalgh October 18, 2011

Memories of War: What is this long-lost memory inside? Where oceans turn; what have we left behind With star-burned wings out above the sky. The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie... A thousand tears you've cried for all, Now its time for you to fall! Will you open up the door, To the future we ignore? Are you simply lying broken, From the memory awoken; Are you simply living lies, Bitter taste with ropes you tie... And the world will soon forget. Fill my heart with this regret? For the victims written in stone. Unspoken sin you now atone... Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain, Wrap my body round with chain

The shards of glass flounder through the sky With a measured grace. Cascading through the velvet night Before they are erased. I imagine that they are birds, That flew out into the dark. A firework show unheard Performed by sky larks. They tear up in an atmosphere, Whose guards set them alight Like embers from a fire, That fill the black benight. Seen is a brief flicker before they fade, Into the glossy ink above, The wound left by their blade Forgotten and healed up.

Surely you see just how wrong this is? Even the streetlamp agrees; then again, it saw the whole thing - woman crumpled in a stairwell, only bricks for company. Oh my hands found her so ready and willing - needy, the fog of rapture wreathing her head. My knife found her best parts tucked in and plucked - that treasure from her belly - and took it home. I made a god of her, left her smiling, bleeding out her fortune.