Aftermath

The aftermath is strewn With torn back blankets Hot and pounding chests And a quiet, mental hurricane while the rain is still tapping the shutters Moments like this are a funeral For the girl that shared my hair But has long been buried Under my gnawed breast And heavy breath Resting in distant ground I’m happy to be terrified Even as I’m tired and sick Of dizzying aftermath That is only more confusing When your constant lips eat up my heart in sync with snapping springs I’m watching you kill me Like a slow movie But in real time I’m convinced that I’m already dead In my head, it’s all the same Strip me to skin Strip me to sin I can never lose But I’ll never win I’m built for unending aftermath