Caffeine, Incessant words

Her first name was Peach. Her middle name was Tea.
Peach Tea was a little too starry-eyed, adventurous, and scared.

Mean trapezoids, invading my thoughts with their intangibility…

Days pass by—unnoticed—I only consider time when
The air is a little less jagged and there are not scratches in my breath
There were days when it was much easier to walk,
Time was less obscure, and clarity cannot smell of death,
Time—now—is narrow (too narrow to have great depth) and I cannot allow
Her to march into my thoughts
My elbows formed a groove in the gritty wallpaper—we travel together
Shards splitting, kneecaps buckling, darkness growing and your thumbs are in my eyes!
It hurts; it hurts; it hurts so much so you tell me and I cannot respond
You grip my jaw too tightly—but slip as I look up

I set out into the weird night—buzzing and sipping and stopping
And I hummed like the odd sounds, I sang with the sad tunes
Sitting like an octopus, legs sprawled, atop my hands
I sang sad tunes and mad tunes and animal tunes—the savage feeding
I hid my image like a crude bush, afraid to meet the shears, the end of something…
I could not see past the silhouette
The jungle beckons, murmuring charismatically—I cannot escape the allure of
The beast, a foul creature, more appealing still
Geometry was never my strength, I could not fathom a more perfect shape
Invading my thoughts with its intangibility…

and I kept my mouth shut on a cruel whim

I remember winter running towards me
The air stank of apprehension—my thoughts babble of excitement, the coming wind
My eyes grew glassy and spoke of the future, with a strange sense of knowingness
but I think you saw it first when my hands were shaking
I tried to slip them up my sleeves—too late, your eyes identified
I could not go back, we could not find our way back. Oh, God, oh…

oh—It was a miraculous summer
The trampoline reflected my motion and lifted me into the sky
I am only but air—warmed by the sun, echoed by movement
This is the feeling of forty-nine pounds

Milky eyes and stupor surprise
and Horrid films of wicked demise
I swear I swear I swear
Don’t listen to my shifty eyes
In darkish night with stilted cries
Don’t listen to my fading tries
Or slurry, false goodbyes! goodbyes!
Together we rise—she lies, she dies
Together I swear, we swear, she dies

My craving for ice turned my legs to glass
The pool sat ahead of us like a cruel assassin
My thighs bent at precise angles, my back scraped by the metal chairs
White lips like life leaving
But Hell is eternal, alas, unpreventable
Fingernails purple like a seedless grape…I jumped in anyway

Pull me out from under this

Was what I said to her and she smiled, looked behind me
Grabbed my wrist and we ran awhile
And my throat filled with sticky rice, forming the knot that precedes tears.