and its staggering honesty-concentrated,
pesky, wrapped
in fateful little smotherings.
The heat of panic and ice of fear
abrade away every stability
and sunlight strips in the backseat,
shadows stretch
until only the hardest husk of remains,
twilit, gripping the bedclothes.
Reluctant, reluctant.
Love refuses to change hands.
strand
by
strand.
A thousand threads until yesterday
is unraveling
and history is unraveling.
Loose ends are countless when
twine in lifelines
is all becoming
unwoven
down to its lonely strings. Lifelines,
greyed,
frayed,
pale grey blankets,
shy normality,
dust and icicles,
quiet distances
and used faces of old fortresses
built from teeth,
mouth-caverns and sockets
crumple gristle and rust
onto bone,
Fossilized skeleton structures.
Fossilised feelings.