Fortune

 Fortunately

I’ve forgotten your name

Your tasted stain

so

Cherry merry bleeding ripe

Got rinsed from

my mouth

I’ve forgotten it.

Maybe it was the

Hallowing out

cuts and checks on a balance made neatly

So your cottony refute would

Fill the ruined space oh so

conveniently.

not so,

you’ll say in

muffled coughs and weighted sighs

certainly it’s just

 an unfortunate irony

a burn mark of fate that sets your eyes full

of beautiful blue pity

youre an eyefull

 Strangling

The bulb under my ribs

Until stanch simmering dulls

 And dims and

Stops

 What you strain to hear

The brittle snaps

Shackled gasps

Locked

Swallowing shame shot

Descent Into the muck

Alluring scam,

Disaster fucked.

The wrecked screams are only whispered

While

Mumbled apologies from times drunk and sad

 Fall

Frozen

Fade

Waxed and waned the

Outline passes

A marked hum fills the air

Similar to

the last hope wing beats

Of a fly in a jar at the end

Near the end

There, you see?

No why not’s can’t wants can we be’s

It can’t be.

I’ve forgotten your name.

Fight, go ahead.

Stake a claim on what’s left

I’ll watch as you reach

Fingers barely licked

To trace and mold

My still lips as if  

To press them to

form the syllables

that bring forth nothing from

 a cavern of bones

Left echoless to your dismay

To my dismay

I’ve forgotten our names

 Everything will happen as it does

With every puff of that

Breath still sticky with hints

Of lies you’ve eaten

Not sweet enough to hide

The question said gently

As your mouth wavers on mine:

How much of an irony is forced?