felo-de-se (age 22)

felo-de-se

I scrawl the words,
in cerise,
on avocado tile.

Much prettier here,
then when it pealed
from your devilish tongue.

Moon tinted chrome,
reflects in a dirty mirror.
Sighs of resignation
delightfully play with the acoustics.

Your dehydrated stench
fills my nostrils,
as my eyes, unfocused,
stare at soiled grout.

Felo-de-se


neglected porcelain,
cool upon my tense neck.
Funny,
the things you find love in.

Melodramatic musing
from a tired faucet.
I found comfort
from it’s anguished moans.

My attention falls back to the floor.
To the name calling,
truth.
A zephyr caresses my face.

Tiles burn with coolness
upon my tear drenched
flushed cheeks.
An elbow knocks on wood.

Felo-de-se

A rusted tank
gurgles at me.
Affixation by sleep,
seems less cruel.

Snails crawl along,
eating the rain rotted sill.
Fingers twitch
seeking company.

The room blackened by light,
moldy shower curtain
rustles.
And fire licks my flesh.

Black velvet bruises
sulk down my arm.
I’ll close my eyes for a moment,
and listen to the water fall.