To the girl in Pisces i swallow my words in silence for

(invasion of the  
mind)
 
her psyche petals out  
as vermilion hued  
self-immolation  
from the repressed screaming  
that's tucked behind  
her ribs  
 
There is an urgency  
neck deep and rapidly collapsing  
admist the flooding  
trenches  
stripped from  
her soul
 
Every frenzied breath  
is drenched  
by the guise of  
existence  
cascading  
ever further  
from her realm of reality
(fog whispers  
like
suicide)
 
Disjointed thoughts  
bottle-mail chaos  
and are swept away  
by nymphs  
of a distant memory  
intoxicated  
from the ebbing tide  
that storms  
in the sapphire  
of her viens  
 
(She is  
drowning)
 
She is painstakingly  
drowning  
in the harsh circulations  
of herself
 
Her feather weight bones  
are rattling  
and savagely howl  
like  
busted liquor confessions  
hysterically convulsing  
agianst frantic blood  
bludgeoned thunder  
and petrified  
fucking alabaster  
cocaine haunted heartache
 
I hear  
the echo of her despair  
roll back into the shore  
like ripples of her pulse  
palpitating  
as waves of hopelessness  
(she can not  
speak)
 
There is an ocean  
in her soul  
that holds her submerged  
in violent dreams  
but  
I will anchor the sun  
illuminating paralyzing
waters
until she wakes
 
(I will name a
lighthouse
after her)