+ requiem for us

silence  s h a t t e r e d 

(again)

and whispers don't come so innocently anymore

your icy breath blows across my soul

freezing my heart

time dulls and thickens desire

as desire submits to time

poison

-she says-

i'm poison

-she says-

i love you

-he says-

i taint you

-she cries-

( do you love that ? )

( how do you love me now ? )

my heart cries out

for the utter agony

ripping painfully away at the tenderness

(the same tenderness you delivered)

"it's my bloody-chunks-of-nothingness syndrome"

purity?

yes cleanse my wounds, heal me, o my precious

the rain pours down,

o my beautiful vase of acid...

and, alas,

the rain is

...us.

+ c. davis

+ october 1998