The Apartment
Love attacked
then retreated
a trace of lavender frost
Walls heave closer
Floors crippled
chipped by weighty sludge of longing and despair
Wide-eyed rigid nights
Dimness made stark
through sensitive eyes and crushed temples
Blanketed in the cold sweat of Alone
Distant howls echo through hollow halls within
Stomach vacant
sour with worry
No exits in these clenched fists
All that is left
is the taste of betrayal
the irrelevance of solitude
the futility of housing a ghost
the puckered sag of a three day old balloon
No goal, no purpose
But to descend
