His skin has disappeared
shivers creeping up the flesh of his spine.
two dogs
white, long hair and porcelain teeth
salvia shimmering from their black lips like pearl necklaces
prowling in circles around his huddled body
their slender legs cutting like knives through the air.
He is crying
His nose is running
And he can see him.
Above him.
Above the black emptiness his body has lost his skin to,
He sees him.
Oh, if he would look
Look at him again, like he was made of tulips and milk,
wearing springs' crown and walking on rivers of lace.
But spring was long ago and now the leaves were starting to wither
and falling down to the ground
where they would rot and turn back into the ground
like the words they had exchanged late at night
while taping band aids on their souls.
Oh how he craved for him ,
to save him from the cold
to turn his intestines back into his open ripcage
and sew his skin together,
filling his senses up
with the honey that was dripping from his lips
so he wouldn't notice the cold that was
eating him alive.
INTERLUDE ; STRIPPED DOWN TO THE BONE HE LAYS DOWN
And Autumn comes when you're not (yet) done
With the summer passing by, but
I don't think I could stand to be
where you don't see me
