Thimbles

...and with a tortured sound, harboring her bitterness,

she stumbled down the halls of flickering bulbs.

then tore into my chest, leaving not a vein untouched,

caressed my weary bones and listened for the stars.

caked in opulence, she struck a pose amongst the pills.

summer’s static eyes, convincing her to dive...

...into the bottle, so perilously,

where she decayed in perfect limbo

as an amalgamation of approximations.

then I watched her surface imperviously,

wielding thousands of hapless fortunes.

we danced in the thimbles,

devouring symbols in stark revolt.

now we’re peeling the skin from our dead hands in this hotel.

engraving our sins into the walls of our own hell.

degenerate scenes engrained in brains, dazed and unwell.

inscribing our names into the walls of our own cells.