Deeper, shallow carcass breath
Smothering this exuberance
With an empty kiss of harrowing nothingness.
This body is a nest of exoneration.[soul]
Climbers chiselling their way from the inside,
Cutting away this mosaic shrine
Offering a part for a whole.
[To the belief]
My shoulder blades dangling in thin air,
Air stuffed with fractured cotton balls.
The satirical world smirks under my wrinkles,
As I see ghost of a time, unknown.
The pale white figure sticking to my mirror
As I curl up in my bed in fear.Fear of dying again, at night
The Vacant Kiss -- Terri Thompson