secret oath

talk is cheap.
and i've got short arms and deep pockets.

i guess what i mean to say is the way the last light played out against your skin makes me sick. bubble and fizz.
warm hands pressing for mine in the dark.
i spoke about pale skin and freckles
held those tarnished keys to my lips.
everyone always asks.
i say, it just seems right.
love songs on every station,
and my whole mouth just tastes like cheap metal.
metal and bone.
he looks at me like he knows im playing a game.
not like sorry or life
like chicken on the highway
he turns off the headlights and strays into the next lane just for me
laughter dripping down your chin
"how alive would we feel with concrete in our skin and steel crashed into our mouths"
he says he doesnt know.
turn the dial, another love song.
the key turns my lips a strange color that lasts the rest of the night.
he breathes on my neck before i go to sleep,
i turn on my side and wonder if tonights the night i dont wake up from.

freckle freckle what makes you so special.
i dreamt that you tugged cigarette fingers around my wrist and cried with de(e/a)r in the headlight eyes wide open
ribs whittled down like a skeleton