Into My Arms

Introvert

You leave dead animals in your wake like a city slick of oil or tar, and you wonder why death trails from your lips like a line of spit.  You walk with your eyes to the ground, pretty lady, are you afraid of the ghosts you’ve made?  The pain in your past?  Or all the dumb decisions?  You let things happen to you, great enabler, you sick bitch.  I wish, I wish, I wish I could despise you.  
That if I looked up and saw the side of your face, the fall of your chameleon hairline, the shuffling step of your cautiousness, that I wouldn’t feel as if I had just jumped into the ocean.  You are the hole in my heart that I was born with, that will not kill me, but leaks into itself and has to purge the blood. I am capable only of arresting arrhythmia.  I do not choose to be without you, o great betrayer, it is as simple as this- I cannot bear you or any of the things you carry.  I would have waited forever, I am still waiting, for a hopeless rain in this desert of longing.

Cryptobiosis

I could not express in words what I have here in chords.

Plithith