borderline

there's conspiracy
around our throats
wrapped deftly
into the crook of
chrome vocal cords
crystalline cracked
and longing to purge
noxious omissions
on the eve
of the second moon

Luna is blight
nearly expired
from tar stained skies
of earthen qualms
and an ever baited
raindrops memory
that's drunk on mourning
and maimed on display
yet avoided
much like that
of a swollen child

dare not tremble
rejected from her wake

bare your bones
with arsenic
every single infinitesimal insecurity
singed to the marrow
and stuttering
from a requital disposition
edging on the borderline
of personality
and insecurity

teeter on the brink
of Summerland
and this reality
watch us
as we dream of pestilence
and pray
that when orphaned gods
mildew from woe
and eventually succumb
to clipping their own heads
this high doesn't die