Datura Falls From Your Mouth

Everything in me danced
on petals  
.
Until, one day  
 
Chains and lanyards,  around  
my ankles you extend fingertips  
with hooks,  grabbing the words
 that spill from an opened
 mouth.
 
Drag me under water,  submerge  
me in contagious  irony fueled  
by kerosene sticks ignited, then
 swept up.  
 
Letters
 of I love you
 we called ours, aflame behind  
your nonexistent eyes.  

Your demons flood in,  fighting
 for me, waving their fallicies  
in the air.
 
My arteries become thick,  
hallucinations bloat my mind  
Visions of asphalt spew  
from your mouth,  turning
Into datura  
 
Cries, circling this room without
 walls,  a broken mosaic screams ultimatums,  as I withdraw the  
bridge,  watching you become  
weak
 
Snow begins to fall,  as you  
and your demons vanish  
your flames gone,  as crocus  
shows through shattered  
ground