the ragged rhythm of the earth

smells so sweet,
carried accross the breeze...
are soured.
and love is in the air.

the taste of lips
is so unfamiliar, so alien.
but it brings back
the sharpest memories
that cut like knives

the beat of my heart,
my lifeline,
of the earth itself
beats a ragged rythm
only so familiar now

the welcome hollowness
that fills me
is dark

it burns my fingertips
it rasps against my bones mercillesly
dragging me out of unconsciousness
as soon as im pulled under.

the ragged beating calling me back,
ever so quietly,
so innocently,
ever so dangerously