"Somehow I do no mind that you remain nameless,
so long as I can forget that I was ever reckless.
There is no fury in these words,
no passionate disregard -
and yet, if only you were blind enough,
if only you were gone.

Carve you out, erase you,
numb the spot,
and bite;
Carve you out and burn you
for those saintly eyes,
within those narrow walls."

---
So much for wishing through smoked screens.

Desert

Steering away

taking them down;

bones put to rest

salting the ground.

---

She got home a little after midnight, and there are so many dolls to destroy. Undress. Forget.

Her skin crawls as she thinks of the cold sand inside the sewed-up cloth; the putrid stench of spent dreams filling up the cornering clay pots.

"Anything you need." Like young gods in the making of a nebulae, riding horse heads while clinging to the smallest of dust particles.

"Why?" Her senses elated and the crashing of the moon reeked chaos only upon the waves -

"When?" "How?" "...but now?" Fragments of failed sub-organic formations. He had indeed penetrated her skin with fingers like needles, meddling in her vein pattern and concave chambers.

There was so much silence after he crossed the ivory gates.

She had sat. She had waited, but at 36 degrees, she felt as though life could not be waited upon over the underground.

Not hers.

She had to dig.

She had to retrace their steps - those skewed lines,

in order to understand the sunset.

She had to sew.

And,

One morning, there were dolls.

And,

A night like tonight, she undresses them.

A night like tonight, she forgets them.

Sub-organic organisms are truly not complicated at all.

You see,

They simply pretend to breathe.

In the end,

They simply pretend.