Nets

Nets, black nets wrapping around my mouth lightly
woven around melancholic mutters, and stifled raptues
cheeks stain of garlic, smiles stain of sadness

The middle, the balance
Stuck.
Walking on a perfect tightrope
Upheld by shouts of ecstacy
and steams of guilt
I am the anchor in between
waves of desire.

Let me walk where I want
Fall if I must
Search by myself
Never drag another into my conscience

Sometimes a girl must linger in her solitude
Scream till she's thirsty
Get warmed up in the heat of her own confusion
Be soothed by isolation
Walking on a black bridge in complete silence

Nets, black nets wrapping around my mouth
Frail, delicate,
waiting to be torn
waiting for a bite, a gnaw
threads frayed into holes for tender speech
Eyes roll like heavy undulating scarves
My eyelashes are starch daggers in the night
I curl up a sigh and let it froth into a prayer
Breathe flowers of worry that wilt in shame.
Envy embrodery in my skin
Knotting itself like baby worms.
Malady mesmerises the lost,
Snaps her fingers and calls for you.

Eyelashes; my starch daggers of the night
Mind crouching inside the center of my heart
Clouds collide in my throat
puffing faint parachutes.

Nets black nets, and shy shy voices
Hiding in hovering corners with heavy curtains
I'm waiting to be blown away by myself
but I will never crawl in the colourful soil of woods.
No one likes a line, an end we can see.

My head falls into strings,
When i find a grey shadow and its silver lining
When I come between a thundercloud or permafrost
When I cling on to roots or dance inside flowers
Let me do it by myself.
Don't justify, don't wander
Dry smiles fade from lips to eyes

A throbbing memory streams into your hands
you crush it to keep it
as bedraggled moments in the air

I want nightshade to whistle into the dust
Fireflies to gleam in between their fear
That's the middle I want.
I want to rub the matches.
Strike a mistake and twitch in glee
Paste oil in my hair
and smell it.