woe

that boy burns like a furnace.
nicotine lungs,
smoke em out.
strapped down, hospital bed crawl,
they tell him, "and breathe out."
release/sing/unlock/unwind.
she asks, did you know hearts look like fists covered in blood?
and he breathes out.
she asks, did you know that if you fold 1000 paper cranes your wishes are granted?
and he breathes out.
tangled in red string, hung from the moon.
dreams hooked up to hospital machines, flatlining and eyes glossy.
the vodka makes her waltz like a ballerina.
you'd never know the difference minus the redrimmed gaze
and the way her breath washes over you like a hangover.
got a body of wax
a heart of glass
your mouth tastes like metal and bone.
and breathe out.