A dalliance blooms and then decays.
Rupturing under scrutiny and profane.
Breaths held tight and shallow through the misty darkness of a sour reality.
Flesh left ravaged and broken so that the ghosts can suckle at the degradation.
An attempt at an exodus only brings a blinding,
burning void content to consume you.
The beacon once illuminated lays dim and broken.
As we caress our intentions in and out of a vagrant siesta…
a nomadic dream.
With halted salutations and gestures only defined as human .
With alien endeavors that pursue with a saunter shadowed after an omniscient watcher.
The notes it takes scatter amid the stars.
To be consumed by confusion and an empty truth coffer.