We All Fall Down

Paper is transparent
hold it to the light.
Hold you breath as well,
Lungs explode, mind drops dead.

I’m only looking for one thing
a commotion to keep everything forgivable.
My fingers are transparent,
Coloured stains over copper toned chords.

Cryptic messages bury nonchalance.
Lets be clandestine together.
Neither sleeping, neither breathing,
Words hold everything together.

Star shaped bruises cover earthquakes
because bed frames only hold up so much weight.
ASHES, ASHES
We all fall down.