black paint

the world is on fire

and i would watch it burn

if only it wasnt my world

if only it wasnt mine mine mine

going up in rainbow flames

a mockery of the queerness i hold so dear

because now i have buried the hatchet

but you can still see the blade

do you see it?

so dull

so rusty

do you see it?

so sharp

so shiny

a glittering pack of atoms clumped tight tight tight

fish in a can

i am a fish in the ocean

no teeth

tattered fins

though i am young

i feel as if i am falling apart

a loose cannon

without the cannon part

oh God, am i dying

is it time to die yet

i can never get the thought out of my head

it stays so i stay

here stay the room in me with

the words are a jumble

never coming out right

tongue leaden

here i am

licking my wounds

the black and gold bruises

they taste of sulfur

if hell is an exit then i am the doorframe

see me in the brass knob

the broken doorbell

it makes no sound

in the night when it rains

and the tears are flying

gravity upends

i reach a hand up

trying to find my halo

only to come away with smudged black

paint on my angel feathers