exiled

“All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; 

and with you it would remain, 

were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.”

siren

tires squealing in the distance

patterned lights across her chest

he fell in step beside her

you captivate me, he confessed.

before long she was blood

coursing through his veins

she became the hymn he sang

while his mind was in chains.

she was his graveyard

but he realized too late

she is a siren

tormented by hate.

interval of silence

all those nights

she breathed in loneliness like oxygen

the words overwhelmed her

but she didn't know what they meant.

in the end she screamed

filled her lungs

her chest rose up and down

& his cold fingertips pried it open

in the interval of silence

he found stars written upon her heart

constellations that sparkled in her tears

and her body is just dirty clothes.