Translucent epiphany,
Echoes in vain.
Lucid memories,
Calling out your name -
Cold consonants of colour
Keeping crooked fingers
Crossed behind their back.
The things I lack,
The things I want back,
The truth I would give away...
This relentless living that lingers at the corner of my mind.
The ageless dust which descended
Has left loose change over everything.
Now,
The parts of you that I remember:
The black stockings you wore in summer,
The prose in French with my name misspelled,
The eyes you gave me right before we fucked.
What is this brutal humanity that wants to hurt so much?