Fading upon sunburnt lips

 

Life drifting through

my fingertips

and I’m a grain of sand

I cannot grip.

Lifted across the breeze,

a stardust kiss

fading

upon sunburnt lips.

 

A smile that won’t land.

 

It feels like going

through the motions.

A rumbling wave

on a calm ocean.

A story without

a reader to follow.

Everything feels

empty and hollow.

 

A graveside memory,

buried in faded daydreams.

 

Life is drifting along

and I’m just running

in the distance

trying to catch

a stray shooting star, before

I fade into another night.

 

Light blinking out of my eyes.

 

It feels like going

through the motions.

Wringing out my emotions

for no one to hear or care,

the love I hold dear

knows not the words

I wish to appear,

and silence fills my existence.

The sun has hidden

behind a cloud only giving

silver linings to those

whose eyes are not fixed

on the ground.

 

I need to look up and see the sky.

A bad case of love

 

There must be something

going around, because

I feel run down. I'm getting sick,

no magic pill will stop the chills.

No medicinal cure for my ills.

My heart is fluttering,

a smouldering candlewick.

Bubbling under the surface

like magma under the earth's crust.

Temperature rising quick.

 

My body shakes and shivers,

My heart aquiver

dancing through icy fields.

Dodging falling icicles that

threaten to stick it in place.

I'm a wreck, tripping over my feet

and all the words that circle me.

Hot sweats coat my face, burning

my thoughts in place.

Whilst I'm pacing across the sun,

in too many layers to shed.

Just to hide the shade of red I've become.

 

My heartbeat stretches

to the moon. Hyperventilating.

Palpitations start sounding like alarm bells.

A river surges in my chest,

my blood rippling waves to my heart

until it grows so enlarged

that astronauts can see it

pounding an urgent

SOS message to space.

 

Panic catches my breath in a net,

covers my head in a paper bag.

Air not circulating, I'm overthinking,

all I'm seeing is a world of daydreams.

A city built of hopes and starlight.

My thoughts written over my skin.

Glowing like neon signs.

 

If this is a fantasy

why does it feel like a joyride?

Like I’m driving through hallucinations

of such wonderful vivid imagery.

You see, I've got something wrong with me.

I must have caught it on a passing breeze,

but no doctors nor pharmacy can help,

there is no known cure for this disease,

because I've got a case of the loves

and you are the only medicine I need.

Traffic lights

 

Piercing eyes gaze out as

the familiar streets roll on.

Another late-night taxi ride,

as the shadows beckon her

home before sunrise.

 

But something...

Something..

Something

doesn't feel right,

the driver's eyes

are all over her.

She can feel

their slimy surface

rolling over her pale skin.

Pouring through the mirror

warping her into something

she doesn't want seen.

She can feel them undressing

her velvet layers, holding down

her blackened wings. Triggered.

She shivers.

 

A grin, as he stares

back at the road.

She pulls down

her skirt to

cover any skin

and quickly she thinks,

panics.

Escape routes.

Traffic lights. Static.

 

Green.

 

Can I get him to stop?

How can I get out?

 

The radio rages

in her ears.

Some song

by the Smashing

Pumpkins, about

being a rat in a cage,

but all she hears

is a muffled heartbeat

as she checks the mirror again.

 

The eyes are

on her again.

This time

there is something

less human,

almost animal. 

A beastly

grunting snarl

of a stare.

 

She could swear

that in the

dull cab light

they glare...

 

Yellow.

 

Red.

Stop sign.

She screams. Rage.

He reaches over.

She snarls

and bares her teeth. Uncaged.

 

As the moonlight

glistens over her face,

to show her fangs braced.

A bullet with a smile

and sharp teeth, unleashed.

She swipes the hand away,

grips tightly to his neck

sucks his life like a cocktail.

 

And she sits back,

licks her lips,

and thinks,

you picked

the wrong fare today.

Sucks to be you.