#write away

strangers dancing on tongue

twirling with delight

beating to devilish drums

sweet to bitter back to sweet, one two one

no in between — no other routine

here, then there, then here

swift, trodding by air

begging for touch to not

burn this time but to

intertwine and find me at

the bottom of the glass or

your throat

the sun danced on Ector street

warming each home and those who roamed

I was only a visitor at the time,

life had wings and flowed with each breeze,

every hope and dream breathed from the concrete — the roots of your home

sun rays gleamed from and at you all at once

we couldn’t see past each beam

blinded by light or love

and we shared it unequally.

we rise and fall like each passing day,

we failed to last our eternity

or perhaps we have just begun—

the sun still dances on Ector street

maybe that is us.

eternal gaze

stuck in my brain

is beginning to fade

because you’re away

in another space

trying to cement yourself

even when your soul,

will never be erased

eyes weary

heart shaking

i see through the glass ceiling you’ve placed me under,

a lie telling me i’m capable of being the sun —

there’s no chance i could compare

when i remain enclosed in fear

to loosen my grip on my mind

because i know it would lie too

and tell me it’s my time to go

somewhere some fascinate,

somewhere you may hibernate.

wash us away and

like your body we sway

in and out of earthly light

then into travesties of night

i’ll push you back to sea

so you can float with ease,

and become one with the waves.

you’ll crash at my feet again,

and tear my soul to shreds,

reminding me of the tragic truth,

of your existence never to be met.

the worst manifestations of you come to me at times of peace

then i awake in a sweat chasing you through my dreams

you are a tease -

a bone and i am the dog

running, digging, wishing

“Look down the bottles neck and you’ll see what your life has been.”

- c.c

“Madness swarmed my soul then turned it into gold.”

- c.c