pixie

Young unicorns snatched from the impossible skies precious horns, ordinary chainsaws.
I am left with horses revolting in the normalcy shipwrecked by a face all sweet and empty
like a hollow candy or an ice cream smile licked down to a cigarette i promptly extinguished
in a dead infection a desk drawer full of blurry sunflowers.
under your bare feet are only symptomatic of the monster i have becomeI have wrapped in a shy kiss for you to use once and then destroy. The way you hold a match so steady.
How heaven is collapsing under so much joy.
An entire year of you in a single speck of blood.
The gun smiles your smile and the razor whispers your name.
They are just frigid hands from the other side of the world leading me into winter.

JOe(y) B.