art dump

my eyes open
and I feel the loving weight
of unseen messages
of unwashed clothes
of unwashed hair
my eyes open
and I die
once more

and with each kiss
his poison envelops me
my heart
my brain
and with each kiss
i forget more
of what it means to be me

to whom I must apologize:
forgiveness was forgotten
for I've learned nothing of it
than to wince

-katrina