bruised bitemarks
skin peeling
stars and ceiling fans that swirl above me
not all alone
just lonely
lost hours
weeks and months away
follow the footsteps to the traintracks
you were lying prone like a burnt out cigarette
but to feel your heat irradiate
pull my hair out in clumps
and just crumble away

our world was cloaked in blue
like a photograph
or a memory
aphotic reimagining