The fading light gleams on my window
 Sunset is over, now I brace for dark  
 A soft wind of warm coats my face 
 Gazing outside at alien clean roads
 The crows and police are the new emperors 
 Of nuclear cities aching with hunger


  
 Filling the limbo with heady spirals, 
 I used to call this twilight. Now I call it purgatory. 
 It’s too early to turn the light on 
 But I can’t see past my hand 
 The swing falls and a peeping blue moon
 Looks at me with distance; I feel heart. 
  
 A dayfull of splintered connections 
 You talk about how much you loved her 
 And I’ve never felt more alone
 The hollow song drowns my empty room 
 Pitching closer and closer to a coal home
 Locked in blankets, teeth trit in the cold 

  
 Back in Oz, 
 Days were roulettes of charm and buzz
 A thousand forgotten conversations
 Like flutters between rushed books
 Princesses of baby blue and hopes 
 Each midnight loved us back
 And I didn’t need to explain my jokes
 

 My feet bleed from clicked heels 
 As suicidal hair stings like summer 
 Mistrustful of my luck with the sandman, 
 Double locked door, mask on my eyes 
 I turn frigid in this ticking crucible 
 Ghost leotards leave tiger prints on 
 My piano ribcage. I don’t dance anymore 
 Ankles turned stiff with stilettoes and 
 Hyperliberated limbs – nowhere to go 
 While a pretty girl reels. 
  
  
 In the dust of times that lurk like ghosts 
 You tear threads of spider webs for fun
 Minds like monasteries in fog, 
 Can I stop running in water? 
 Chlorine paints the wilding evening 
 In an answer of physics and heavy bones
  
 There will be no stars in smog city 
 Only lungs slagged thick 
 And a shelf life body 
 Trapped in a rotting dream, 
     Where 
       Breasts droop
  
  ideals dim
  
     girls die 
  
 now more than ever 
 i am terrified for nightfall
 setting newspapers on fire
 i plunge into the birthday cake 
  
 surprise! nineteen is a pyre.