I scrape your scent from my hands
With nails filed down for impunity
Dense shavings of thoughts gathered,
Fervently dislodged, and shaken out.
Yet flakes of our regrets cling to them
Curled within my bones like worms
Burrowing between the cracks
Digesting humanity.
I scream, but my lips are sewn
With indecision catered to your heart,
Tracing loops along my tongue,
Binding fingers across my mouth.
I devour words caught in my throat
Coughed up, half digested thoughts
Failed suggestions experienced as mist
Droplets dyed in hues of pink and orange.
I run warm water over homemade scars
Gently brushing off dirt with soft cotton
Laced with fragile intentions
That sting like antiseptic whispers.
Fading marks of afflicted thinking
Entangled in my hair
Like the shadows of your fingers
Remnants of a time we felt love.
Moonlit Poetry 