scattered across her fragile collarbone
stark inkblots
against pale parchment skin
dusty kisses left by moth wings
a delicate constellation of bruises
on a scarred white sky.
thick in her mouth
sluggish
slow
lurking behind pearl-bead teeth
an extension of the ever-present lump in her throat
the taste of unspoken words
and forgotten promises
a tongue
made of razor blades and needles.
cloaked behind a lacy black veil of hair
lie glassy orbs
windows to a desolate wasteland
the faint sheen of tears that holds a sky full of stars
big, sad eyes
framed by dark smudges of exhaustion
unfocused and distant
disenchanted with sight
BINABASA MO ANG
impermanence
Poetryfor those nights when time loses meaning and your mind is moving too fast to sleep
