In Deference to Bia and Melinoe on the Path to Tartarus

Tonight I am fortune tellers and tarot cards.
depression dressed up in red lipstick
All heavy breath
No heart
Numb
meteor showers behind cloudy skies
I will burn out before I reach out
I am to far away


(Tonight) I can feel the distance
between myself and the sun
Can feel every flame lick out from its surface
grabbing onto my skin
The clouds heavy with rain in their stomachs
Desperately trying to hold it in
The sky is black


(Tonight) I am glass empty
third bottle of the night
Blackout drunk
Fuck You
All teeth
I will not beg or plead

Tonight) I am broken glass down the garbage disposal
All jagged edges and bloody fingers
Hieroglyphics written on bathroom mirrors in blood
bleeding knees perched on stone alters
Screaming at the moon hands bound, eyes sewn closed


(Tonight) I am all goodbyes and no tomorrow’s
thumbs stuck out on the side of the road
Hitchhiking alone
I don’t want to die
flower petals stuffed in pockets
hide the stench of death
Please kill me

(Tonight) I am forgotten train tracks
abandoned box cars turned into temporary homes
all repressed trauma and tell me about your mom

(Tonight) I am tapestries unraveled by a single thread
running naked down the street
sleeping in church doorways without a blanket


I can feel the distance between the sun
I can feel the clouds heavy

What if I am the truth Khaos brings