spineless crow
hands like houses
an origami city folding in. construction
we are architects and kings
lifting street stones from their beds to build these homes from memory
as we're tangled in our sleep. we were young together
but i've grown ancient. cracked and weathered and filled with regret
rushing to sink in my sleep. the realisation sinks in through the skin like a disease
a blight inside of me. missing your touch
your weight on my fingers
what was familiar becomes unfamiliar. give me an anchor
a lifeline to hold. bring me back to something i know for sure. locked away
a dream-dweller pale from hiding with secrets
deeper than daylight dares to seek. come out
overexposed for all we are. lay me down in a den of dreamers
put me to rest on a bed of sleepers. doubt is a plague. we'll never be safe here again. when all their eyes are tied to me
just carry the conversation please. we were young
sandcastle kings building empires
cities and homes. architects tangled up in our sleep. wake up.