Breathe [Collection of Short Stories/Spoken Word]

With Everything

With everything, you were inevitably - uncontrollably implausible. My eyes were the clocks and your heartbeats were the time. My minute hand was off, but the looks weren't wrong - so you skin shift into an engineer, ignoring the tears in my clocks, blanketing my heart with fear - creating waves of passing trust - but you never paid the piece of your debt. You shaved off pieces of skin and gave your blood as the first money set. Just so the threats could quiet down, populating ghost towns from all the victims that had drowned. I've always dreamt that this day would come - where your world would have no sun, where every man you loved had no trust - no faith, their words remained remnants of rust on your clockwork bones. Where cheap wallpaper was all you had, so you sit on your chest, shutting your impressions. Leaving my minute hand off so it would continue to run...

With everything, you cast spells like a mad man. Leaving rabbits on the bottom of your hat, leaving women cut in half. With everything, you tried too hard, and always failed. In the end, your skin and your hair had always paled- tailed with all the possibilities that could happen but never did. So I did the same, gasoline lit with the spit of God, I never really finished the fire the way a fireman watched a fire online.

The way a flower needed water, and a child craved his mothers love - we wore shields of leather skin, communicating through broken tin cans, wondering at all of our do's and our cants, wondering out how we all made this work. Our love went berserk, and with everything, it only made that worse...