she spoke silver

she spoke silver
to me
with a tongue that echo.d breaking down.
reflections
like losing ground.
she'd say that stars aren't the only things
worth the shine.

so I made wishes on the words she spit.
when her lips tasted like coal.
back when I still felt I could
stop the world from spinning.
so I'd pen her like some antiqued china-
as if I could break her to pieces.
the way waves and sand were
meant
to create beaches together.

and she spoke in glimmers.
a voice taking tone from hammers
to points. and I'd let each strike
bring the skies.
oh those skies, they'd be alive. she'd whisper.
when silver spoke from her.


and this distraction
on page. it makes melting.
seem symbolic.
so I ask again- if
she can scream
some substance into me.

and she speaks
in precious metals.
beat, she says. to my heart.
beat.



and my chest. it's tasting this night.