stagnant nights

when i'm lying awake
and i picture your face
it's some kind of stagnant night
where the air moves through the sheets
at a pace similar to then
so i simply reside
in the dim summer light
and am content knowing
that i can see more with my eyes closed
then i ever could when i was with you.

some kind of design

printed on my fingertips
tell you which way I've been
and what days I've seen
Alouette

monster

glassy eyes
peering through a dark and damp window pane
wrecking my skin the only way I know how
from within
and leaving what i know
to try and reconfigure
try to justify
before the roots do wither
i've only drowned up until now
time to swim up
before my lungs forget how to breathe