Purgatory Nights

Purgatory nights across the way from Paradise, we skip down the walkways that lead to nowhere, and in the homes they've left empty and broken we lie down together, we will move our mouths until our hearts come from our lips.

But soon I will let you down, and I will turn my attention away when you reach for me. We will leave pinpricks of pain in the skin of the other along the way, but we still walk the stairs that lead us nowhere together.

Beneath the yellow lights, we disrupt the mailboxes' cult meetings, and I will hold your hand and peck you on the lips, and together we will attempt to mend the snags the broken branches of our deformed family trees have left along our veins.

Past the upturned cross, we sit hidden by our shade tree, across the way from Paradise. Here time has stopped his shoving. Here is where we unfurl our souls and stack our hopes. And the pain we carry within our marrow will subside, as we remain within the pause of Purgatory nights.