Portico
half human now, coming home. dizzy from the truth of what i haven't done. the sun should be hidden away, locked deep underground. the sun is shining and the city carries on. the world rotates, and i know what i've done.
be with you soon, love you. when i come through the door, i will spend hours trying to make my hands holdable again, trying to scrub the sweat out from under my nails. in the public bathroom, i tried to bleed it out of me. it was just red and hot - not distinguishable. the good and the bad still both iron on my tongue. the good and the bad, still in my veins.
lazy shadows. distortions rising from the heat of the street. i wish i could tell you. i wish i could show you this, and wish you would understand. you would just see sweat. you would see just blood.
crawling back. tilted, off center streets. you don't want to know. i know. i'm sorry. let's pretend like i am not dead eyed and you are not a fool. the world moves on. you move on. you move on.