Luminaria - State Faults

Falling star dew drops on the rearview mirror

Disconnect from the self

Suffocating slowly in subconscious dilation

Peeling scabs with my teeth

I read the verdict in my palms

Certain futures lost in present tense

Another lump in my throat

Another fortune lost to wishing wells

My heart is a desolate peak

Life is a lonely disease

Embedding splinters in me

Life is a lonely disease

Wound tight like tourniquets

Splinters embedded in consciousness

Spiders shedding webs from their spinnerets

Sinking their fangs, this brittle husk just isn’t permanent