Losing silver in sheets That I sit blankly on Contained on With you. Broken memories shadow over our loves light- a distraction from the look that knows. Another numb-hot coil of betrayal A door slamming A voice not heard Attention not earned. Burn coil burn! Taint these silver hearts of ours. Flowers wilting on the sill Embarassed by their honesty, at the bottom of our love, we eat them and we grow inside
