Ecdysiast.

Come the saints
in manic pause
Laden with paradise obese

Starving doors

They Play with
broken girls in hollow rooms
where no one talks

I am not ammune to lonely men

nor sad men
but I often confuse them
for manipulative ones

Relentless downpours of nothing

drown failing prayers until I am ... .
incapable of holding on to anything

Make me a night full of glass dreams
and Alcoholic .Messiahs

scented with desperate men

I was his ... when how and if ....

I was all of the potential and none of the ambition

I was everything he wanted
but nothing he could love

Child .woman

Lover....

Irrelavent dreamer

I steal the sound of his attempts to keep me

I listen and am deafened by his silence

A fragment of my.moonlight stuck on his lips

Time holds her breath
Unfortunate lover searching

for a soul

In the eyes of this glassy eyed Drama.Dream

As she waits for the moon to fall out of the sky