KILL SOME TIME જ poetry.

time to part as it gets dark.

my mind is a river of ash,
my body a song of flight,
and my fingers a wind of
death.

the dirt you lie under feathers
my knees and sulks at my pleas,
your snigger plays in my ears like
the vinyl you kissed, and i finally
understand why you hug the
kin you missed.

you heaved your sighs, hysterics
in a knot- perhaps the one tied
over your flesh, the splints and
virtue cutting open the cracks i
once mended with your personal
ointment; adoration.

because of you i've learned to lie.

the hard part was the dawn of
light cascading my pupils, a solar
eclipse in a partial ride down the
valley of green, watered with the
tears you stitched upon my ovals.

but maybe the hardest part was
pretending that i didn't care.

ㅡ jge.