Tears in a Wine Glass

Standing over the kitchen sink,


Dirt clinging to my fingers like nearly forgotten sins:


Creeping under my nails,


Like memories desperate to stay within me.


There's no room under my skin,


Ever since you invaded me.


You entered through enchanted eyes,


Then a whisper, then a kiss.


Those red knives with which I danced,


And listened to the stream of lies pouring from the valley of their peaks.


Who knew honest eyes could be lies themselves?


I need an exorcist,

I need a surgeon,


Just let me give birth to this monster you concieved inside of me.


I feel it's constriction upon my heart,


I feel it's thumping laughter in my head.


So water cleanse me, 


Wash away the evidence of my pain.


I understand the scars will never heal


But at least they are internal.


I would wake in her bed of nails and smile despite my pain,


For even a coffin cradling her beauty,


Still looks inviting.


So water, my counsel,


Water, my witness,


Cleanse the evidence,


Wash away the dirt,


While I take care of the body.