Three nights alone,

three days of ceaseless sleep

without reprieve

Light disappears

I fade continuously into the rope grey sheets.

A rumpled ghost,

half awake, half asleep,

I dream of things inconcrete.

I watch your past lovers play parts in fabricated scenes

I notice your absence there

and here, but there’s no telling where you might be concealed.

You, the king of elusion wear a crown of paper thorns

your eyes sway sideways, cannot confront what isn’t yours

anymore.

I swim through streams of past moments tinged green

nauseated I seek solace in my own nooks and crevices.

I feel for that place of blackness and warmth

where only I hold the key-

Disconnecting from things,

ropes untied and swinging

they no longer have hold over me

I am untouchable here, unscathed,

and not even sloe eyed foxes

can slip in to catch a glimpse of my bleeding heart.