Stellar Spectroscopy (Trace Amounts of Heavier Elements)

An assignment for my advanced poetry comp class regarding the playfulness of various sounds, excluding rhyme.

Twin star, why did you burn me?

And now you beckon for me wholly

But in your smolder, I was singed.

What are we,

Some catalyst to put our pens to paper?

This demolition epidermis, skinning taste of tongues

I don’t want to be the air filling up your lungs anymore.

I don’t want to be your hook, making the bodies of other women sway.

You are like evil-

If I forgot about you, you wouldn’t exist anymore.

If my heart ran out of room for you, you'd camp out on my street. 

 

Dimpled brother, we were cut from the same magic carpet.

I see us as babies, chestnut haired, in separate states

Playing Indians in the mud and pretending it was clay.

Malleable then,

As we are not today.

And hence our cut throat collisions

Our teeth fall out from talking

It’s an aneurysm to say your name.

There is no word for this, I checked the dictionary.

 

I am both repelled and relieved to know you’re still breathing

Somewhere in the guttural city, black without stars.

In the apartment of some junkie, arm in arm.

And if you whisper my name to the desolate demigods you quake,

I don’t want to hear about it anymore.

Smear your plasma sphere across my universe. 

It is done.

And if there’s bones to lick clean, I’ll leave them to your tongue.

You’ve been licking up the garbage for so long,

That’s all it ever was.

Twin star, with your permission, I simmer into dust.