you are whirlwinds

sweeping autumn leaves. 

burnt earths and ashes

falling from the stars.

you are Heavens

portrayed in Vogue magazine

as girls wrapped in pale flesh

and skinny bones.

you're my day-dream,

my thoughts of nooses swinging

in a suicide forest

lost in the cracks of humanity.

you are temples,

fragments of prayers

tossed to the sky

in desperation.

you are snow storms

blinding my sight,

scorching my insides

with snowflakes that burn.

I am a knife wound.

scars that cannot heal.

patches across your skin.

you unintentional destruction.

I am drowned thoughts

neglected dreams

sprinkled like confetti,

beyond beautiful, on Rodeo Drive.

together we are madness

twined tighter than tighter can be.

twin roots of devastation

linking millenniums together.