Daydream
A gloomy, romantic vision.
The melted surreal,
the coagulated fantasy
of our conjoined tense heartbeats
poured, pooling into a soup.
Our grotesque corpses
hollowed by our synchronicity
form two parallel planes
interconnected
through fluorescent,
incandescent tubes,
and a tender, forlorn,
an infinite piano loop,
encases the stilted atmosphere
of this ragged wish fulfillment.
truthfully, tragically,
you were my practice
perfecting my pristine daydream
My masquerade is my source of pride
nourished by the mouthfuls of blood
I’ve consumed
from my severed tongue.
